Nothing was invisible for her.
The traces of passion were obvious.
The visible part was a detail for the others
but for her it was an indice of joy.
And this joy was a source for her metajoy.
It was a secret link
of deep love
beyond any classical limit.
This path was crucial for the next moves.
But it was unknown at that time.
Only after the flashpoint
the past became relevant
for the memory of the future.
Because it wasn’t now
only a sun of night
but a star of the day.
It wasn’t only a result
but a request for action
like a duty
for the silent grace.
The traces of passion
were transformed
in a passion for traces
in Mankind and Time.