POV RICHARDI was the first to arrive, followed by my father who was surprised by the set table and stared at me with a sarcastic smile of one who would enjoy dinner as well."Will we be celebrating a special date today?" he pretends to be confused and sits down at the table " I hope this is not a waste of yours, we are on the high seas and if the winds are not favorable it will take us a while to arrive. Reservations should last" He places the napkin in his lap and signals the maid to come forward and pour a wine for him." This is the first dinner Akira Selena has been with us, I thought it should be big. Just tonight..." I make eyes at him like a little boy begging for another pawn or a wooden cart he saw in a store window one Christmas time."I know exactly what you're getting at. I don't know from whom you inherited such a sadistic temper" He drinks a little from his cup."You tell me, that you left my mother dying alone after childbirth to go after a child of an unrequited love
POV ALFRED"Selenaaaaaa!" I scream desperately."Calm down, Alfred, it was just a dream" Tereza wakes up on my side a little startled and still caresses my hair and kisses me gently.While for me, there remains the embarrassment that I have shouted another woman's name when the two of us are naked and lying on the bed in her house."It was just a bad dream, Alfred" She reassures me, but only I know how I feel."No. It was real, I saw her falling from a place and asking for my help. I shouldn't be here, I have a mission to accomplish, I hope you understand" I move away from her body and go looking for something to wear."Alfred, I understand and I promised to help you. What happened here was just a moment of leisure. It won't happen again unless we want to relax" She replies and I am reassured that she sees things as we do in Skyfall."Thank you, Teresa, really" I thank her sincerely for her understanding."The diamonds are enough for me" She winks at me and it's nice to know that she
POV ALFRED"Don't take Sara's words so literally. Gypsies are a superstitious people" Teresa speaks as we arrive at her house.I observe her gesture of leaving her fan and shawl at the entrance, then do the same with her hat."She is identical to the women of my people who read our fortunes and warn us of the dangers of our choices" I note, it is only that I don't call her old mother because she is young for that "Besides, there were too many details. Almost no one knows the name of the real mother's mother Akira Selena. That is a forbidden subject in Skyfall so she wouldn't find out the truth. I only told it to you and there is no way she could have heard it, both of us being in a carriage on the way here" I defend Sara, because that is what my intuition commands me to do."You're right! I am being drastic and denying the obvious. I don't want you to create expectations that will then give you more grief, Alfred. You've been through so much already..." She laments."But I am resilien
POV RICHARD A sailor heard my ordeals, as did my father, Lilian, the captain, and the rest of the people on board. A boat was tied up with a rope and being suspended outside the ship, the bravest man among all, or, perhaps, unaffected by panic, ventured into the tiny craft and climbed down as two of his companions wielded the rope in parallel. As the boat sat in the sea, the boy jumped into the water and dove, tearing through the waves. My terrified eyes didn't shy away from the mission for a second, and frankly I trembled inside with all the regret in the world. It is one thing to want to scare Akira Selena, to hold her hostage to my madness and obsession to have her all to myself. It is another to carry the guilt of her death. She went from being a simple savage that it was my duty to seduce, to being the center of my life. If I were to treasure her, Skyfall or Akira Selena, what is my sense of living? And so, in one thing, the Gypsy I met on the pier, is right. My entire exi
POV SelenaMy soul watches my body being swallowed by the waves. It is a tragic end for one who once dreamed so much. I didn't delude myself that this act would lead me to an end to pain. I know that it is stored in our essence and that death is not a refuge to escape from it.On the contrary, between life and death, the veil of wisdom falls and everything expands. Memories are no longer the solitude of our blind self that saw only our version of ourselves. It is a recapitulation of ourselves and the lives of those close to us.Poor Richard, I don't hate him right now. He is much more lost than I am and confuses desire with feelings. A soul lacking affections, since the only way to have them in his whole life was to please his father and have rewards that he dubbed love.My body and purity also symbolized having my love and not having them, he felt rejected and driven by a hatred that is subtly fueled by his father's image. I am waiting for the guardians to come for me or open the ga
POV ALFRED"Alfred, please sit down! Everyone is looking!" Teresa forbid me quite embarrassed."I'm sorry, Teresa, but I can't..." I walk on and thank the guardians that there are no seats in front of us and the only obstacle I need to overcome is a stage.With the flexibility and agility of my body, in three times I find myself on a surface made of wood and covered with flowers that keep falling as she continues the show.Her singing is for them, but her gaze is for me. And although I am not the old mother or the gypsy, I can read what they say and they are hard on me. They judge me a barbarian when I judge their fairy mistress."You are not Akira Selena..." I state surprised as I stand closer.It is the same face, yet not the same look. Hers is that of one who has lived much and would have much to tell, complete with sad episodes. "Of course I'm not, you idiot" she says in the small pause of the song "Get out of here" she recommends."I won't, I need to talk to you, milady!" I reso
POV LUANANoon strikes the clock and it's just another day like any other. The dreams also remain as usual, as well as the head aching from last night's punches. The only things that change are the ambitions.One day, a part of me laments that I am not a high society lady, that I cannot wear luxurious dresses and jewelry. Another morning, the other part of my self, is thankful for the freedom.My classmates still sleep in their rooms. Good thing we have a house we can call our own. Luckily, my friend and colleague Cecilia ensnared an old man and he granted her the deed before he passed away. The man had no children, which ensured that we would not be evicted a week later. Laws don't usually apply to people like us, while those who belong to high society, their word is enough.So it's no sin to delight in the old age and withering away of petty men who in their youth, by daylight, would kick women like us like a freckled dog, and at night, rub themselves on our bed shamelessly and wit
POV LUANAWith difficulty, Father Augustine leads me into a small room where host and wine are kept."I came to bring you this here..." I place the money in his hands and squeeze his fingers tightly so he won't let them go to the floor."No daughter, it's sin money. I can't accept it" He refuses, and deep down I already expected that attitude from him.He never accepted that I did not want to follow the mission of being a novice and becoming a wife of God. And being a woman of life affronted his values as much as he cultivated that everyone deserves God's forgiveness."It's not from sin. I will remake my life with a good and serious man. I need your blessing" I speak the truth."I give it to you, but I don't need the money. Distribute it to the poor on the street. Each one of them is our brother, God's family" He refuses the money again."Speaking of brother, family, priest, has no one ever come looking for me?"So many years have passed, but I never lose hope."No, you were left by