The Moon’s Nights with The Mexican Sun

Last night they talked. Behind him, as usual, she could see blazing Mexican Sun, creating aura at the back of his dark hair. It always evokes a religious picture in her, a feeling of coming to a source of warmth and light. She is always in the dark, wrapped in the Czech night which mercifully covers deep shadows of her own past. However, she shines in the middle of that darkness. Her pale skin, fair hair and white face make her look like the queen of the Moon or a pearl among dirty coal. It is because she is illuminated by the Mexican Sun within his look and his smile. He has powers which are dangerous to her because they could change all her planet and maybe even the whole universe. She can already feel that something in the core of her planet has become hot and red and that it might later erupt. It is scary, she is scared. It is difficult to leave the known form, it is hard to leave the known world. And he always brings her something new, something she didn’t know existed in the real life and if it did, it was not for her. Nearly every time he lays a new step for her as if she was locked in a Mayan tomb and he was building a staircase for her to lead her from her darkness into the Sun. A man who is kind to a woman. A man who openly tells her he loves her. A man who gives up something he enjoyed only because it was making her uncomfortable. A man who changes her priorities because his priority now is her. She still cannot believe they are real. All she has known so far were men who were cold, not receptive to her emotions, sexually using her, abandoning her when she needed them most. That has made the Moon a planet with a seemingly colder look, shyly appearing at night and again disappearing from the sky month after month from fear of response when it showed too much of itself. But the Mexican Sun is not giving up on her. He shines on her, sends all his warm energy in her direction and she feels desire to be pulled closer by his gravity. That new sensation grips her heart and sometimes she cannot concentrate or breathe. Sometimes it feels like a disease. At the same time this is the law. The Sun and the Moon cannot be without each other, they don’t make sense alone. The calling is inevitable. After all, the world finds itself in a new millennium, the Earth survived the alleged end of the world. Changes are bound to happen. The queen of the Moon is transforming into an ordinary girl which is a painful process. She is deeply touched by the man handing his heart to her. A precious heart of a man who she respects and who she likes more and more as he reveals more to her about himself.

 Sometimes the Moon is visible in the sky during the day. Sometimes it looks like lace or a brooch on an azure dress made for a garden party. It is subtle but pretty. Sometimes it comes out in the sunshine, too. One day soon also the girl will meet her man face to face in the broad light hoping that, being seen as she is with her faults, she will remain his queen of the night. They talked last night. And it already seems like hundred years ago. The Moon’s nights with the Mexican Sun are measured by mysterious interplanetary time.