1° ACT
Flowers are born and stretch as they begin a new life, eager and anxious.
But, they can also wither without having time to start enjoying.
It was a warm, calm spring day.
You could hear the soft flutter of some bird, followed by its gentle singing.
And, in the air, the light pink petals of the cherry blossoms danced as if moving away into a new (and better) direction...
Everything was shrouded in a radiant and almost blinding light, as if nature itself heralded a new era, a new beginning.
In the midst of so much luminosity, a small terrace was protagonist that was located on the horizon and that seemed to be the very center of the world.
From there, a woman appeared like the sun rising from the east to give way to the dawn, a woman with skin so whitish, dazzling as frost in winter, and looking as fragile as porcelain itself.
Her hair, which waved strand by strand like waves swaying in the wind, was a pure almond brown with golden stripes.
Her eyes (the most prominent thing in her persona), so green that they shone like two pieces of emerald, watched mesmerized the majesty of that terrace, next to the landscape that could be seen from such a high altitude.
Her slender figure; but not perfect, she proceeded to cross the balcony as if attracted by an invisible force, to contemplate more closely, how great the place was and admire (stunned and without words) the beauty of that scene full of life and enthusiasm.
The girl stretched her arms out into the air, closed her eyes and breathed very hard, as if absorbing the warmth and goodness of the place, to erase her own past ills and sorrows.
Blending in with the comforting atmosphere.
After half a second, he opened them and put his elbows on the handrail, resting her chin in her left palm.
Suddenly, she had the impulse to look to his left, where another terrace was glued to his. There was a man staring at her with an illegible expression.
He had black ebony hair, flowing softly through the breeze, like the ink and pen of a poet when writing on paper. Perfectly combed backwards, with hardly any wick in contact with his face.
His face showed a mysterious expression, and his eyes, equally green reflecting her soul, seemed to stab her cuticle as he watched her closely.
For a moment, which became eternal, they did not lift the gaze of the other, as if connected by a long; but dense thread, that bound them in some strange and inexplicable way.
As if, in a previous life, they had some connection.
And, although it was in a thousandth of a second, the young woman felt curiosity and comfort through him (perhaps him mirror of her).
She, without even thinking about it, raised her right hand and greeted him with a big smile drawn on her face.
So broad and sincere, it revealed a great unseen willingness to make some new friends.
The individual frowned, looked at the young woman from top to bottom and turned over his own tall, muscular body in a grey suit.
Still holding, with one hand only, the cigarette that was on his pink and fleshy lips, he went into the interior of his apartment.
Not yet having understood what had just happened, she beheld how his neighbor came out of the zone.
She raised her eyebrows, upset and confused.
She looked at the bright panorama once more, sighed deeply and walked back to her new home, not knowing that this first encounter would leave an indelible mark on both.
