Riddles of love in Africa — Pt.I
How to solve a love paradox
There is a puzzle with only a few pieces that cannot be solved. It does not come with understandable instructions for a simple and selfish human being, for months it has been delayed. Something suggests not to despair because it is a talking riddle, it often gives hints and its maturity captivates.
I had you closer than ever, on that magical island, but I had to stay away for a few days. We all remained silent on the trails of the isle, in a luxurious African van surrounded by palm trees, covered by the starry night that you praised minutes before while yawning. As the inhabitants of colorful tribes returned to their homes with an intense and penetrating gaze towards us, I couldn’t stop thinking about the joy that taking photos of that sparkling smile caused me.
Time changes things. I do not know what paths his thoughts will have traveled in that instant; my mind traveled the nostalgic route of the last 72 hours where a tea together or a kiss from those lips on my forehead warms me inside.