The Forest Spirit sang the maid of golden hair disheveled by the wind, fragile silhouette that just sit at the feet of her favorite tree. And roared, like a flame effervescent unyielding wind:
"He who loves knows no fear, knows no cowardice knows no retreat, and all faces. It's like the blade of a sword whose brilliance penetrates deep in the eyes of the beloved: it is found completely empty all shame left behind, all forgotten trifle, and was frank to impiety. Nothing and no one stop to his momentum, nothing to his reason, nothing to his heart, nothing in his mind, and is capable of turning the world capable of fighting against all odds in a paper craft she loves. Every goal, every ideal, every dream left behind, and devoted itself entirely to a single being who embodies the divine and inspired him in the secrecy of an internal supernatural strength. Since there is no worldly chains that tie, and no kin nor blood, nor the world where people swarm, pretend and slander, and no opinions, rules, duties, laws, companies, schools, anything, his whole world is reduced this one being in the shining the entire universe and the divine spark is seen as an implacable beam. If you say it's cowardly, if you dare say no if something puts before his love for you, do not love you. All creatures are born to love the way you love, all hearts know no feeling so sublime force capable of pushing the war to victory, to the top, to the infinite. Who would be afraid to love to admit you love? Who you really loved? What spirit, filled with love, scrap, outraged by such beauty, would be afraid to pronounce the name of your worship? What being on earth would resist losing their lives to save those who love? When love enters the darkness, in silence, deep in the forest, in the thick waters of the night, touching your tiny door cork, and the fire, and illuminates all your interior corridors, when that happens, There is no object, presence, strength or be able to stand in the fullness and realization of such a high opinion, not a single word, a single threat, one that can stop dogma irresistible force. Neither the law nor death nor hell. That is the secret of those who love: recognizes God in love. "
She raised her huge eyes of a child to the blue sky:
" Why? She asked, "Why is my beloved, black-haired woman as the depths of my soul, stumbles? Why lose your strength? Why blood is strained and pale? ".
The Forest Spirit flew, rose and spread across the blue sky, the clouds, and by a cold wind whispered
"She Sofia does not love you .... "
The girl covered her face and wept bitterly. Through his long fingers seeping tears falling like crystals on the mountain.
"I shall die here alone, prey to intense cold," she said, her voice still a child.
"Not if you love her," broke the Spirit of the Forest, "if you love her kneel before her and swear loyalty if she does not love you, protect you from all evil for ever, and give your life for it , though she does not love you. "
The girl put her hand to his chest and closed his eyes. Penetrated all the silence, the silence was poured on her forehead in a moment, all eternity was condensed in his hand. Suddenly, a smile crossed his face.
By Sofia Tudela.
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