In the middle of the night, under the gloomy moonlight, to the gentle sounds of violins…we danced the tango. He was wearing a golden mask. The mask on my face was snowy white.
Step by step, move by move. His body was touching mine. My body was touching his. He put down his mask. The next one was green…face of the monster. I put mine down. The next one was purple…face of the gentle fairy. The violins were playing stronger and louder. We were dancing more passionately. He put down the green mask and the next one was red. I put mine down ….Red. He was holding me strongly in his arms. I could feel the warmth of his body, his breath, his heartbeats. Eyes to eyes. Suddenly he let go of me and fell down to his knees. He threw the mask off and I saw a frightened little boy in front of me. He was crying. I threw down my mask too. I caressed his face.
Are you wearing a mask too? What color is it? Put it down and be yourself, be proud and strong no matter what others think. What ever happens, you will never regret it.
I want to thank to my dear friends Ljiljana Bursac, Nini Baseema, Kiyo Murakami, Jelena Grujic, Murielle Mirabelle Velay Michel, Natalie Shau, Ian Furniss, Bolek Budzyn, Thierry Bruet, Dejan Bogojevic, Gines Serran, Mark Sadan and to our dear readers.
Maia Sylba
Cover by Christian Martin Weiss