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the corner of my room and went downstairs, making my way out of the house and going to pick up my friend, Malakhai, the only memory I had from my parents: a very tall and muscled white horse. A talking one. "Hello my dearest friend" I said, rubbing the horse's nose and kissing the tip of it. He snorted happily at me and I smiled, brushing his hair with my fingers."Your hands are hot, Miss Lazio" he said to me as I got up to his back and made myself comfortable in the saddle. "Were you practicing your magic skills, madam?" he asked me and I gave him a little push, riding him out of the stable. "No, I was just bored to death, you curious" I replied and I could swear he laughed at the way I said it. "So, we are doomed to guard this land to rest of our lives" I kidded and again the partial laughter came out of his fully dented mouth. "The rest of our lives is a long time, Miss Lazio, and you of all people should know that" he said, trotting until he got near the fence that market the limits of the land. "Yes, I know, you're a magical creature, I'm a magical creature, we're Narnians and blah blah blah" I mocked, actually tired of thinking about what I said. "Aren't we supposed to be happy and free?" I asked him as I rode him through the fence very slowly, looking around, making sure nothing strange would come out of nowhere. "I guess we are, my master. I am happy, can't deny it. You are the best master one could have" he said tenderly and I rubbed his ears. He loved that. "But I must admit I don't feel free and I don't think you do too" he added and I sighed, closing my eyes for a second."I just wish I could ride you away from this place and see all Narnia, go to the village and to other villages, maybe meet someone noble or at least someone who works in the castle. I would be happy to have someone to tell us different stories" I confessed and Malakhai stopped his trotting against my will. "Then I shall take you somewhere else from this limits and show you something new" he said, turning left and starting to trot real fast. I grabbed the rein and let him take me wherever he was willing to. We stopped in the middle of the cotton fields the view was unbelievably gorgeous to the eye. I could see..."Is that Cair Paravel?" I asked, then feeling a little stupid for asking such a easy question to a talking horse. "It is indeed, master" he replied to me and turned his head to see my expression. I was completely dazzled and astonished. A flush of memories came to my eyes and I almost fell off the horse, holding in the rein and getting back of my track, hugging Malakhai thick neck. "Isn't it Cair Paravel where you were born,
master?" he asked me softly as I let go of his neck and stood erect. I couldn't stop blinking and exhaling pretty roughly. "Yes it was, my friend. Yes it was" I whispered smiling involuntarily. "May I take you were I was born, madam?" he asked."Yes, please". And to left we went, running against the wind that blew my hair and the hem of my really long white dress. Malakhai jumped over the fence and got into the woods, which started to scare me as the silence became unbearable. He run faster and stopped like he had seen a ghost, making me fall down with my right foot stuck in the stirrup. "Oh Miss Lazio" he said mortified with his mistake. "I am terribly sorry, master, I really am" he continued while I shook my foot to get it loose. As I did I got up and Malakhai started licking my face nonstop and I laughed, trying to push him away. "I am really, really sorry, madam. I didn't mean to do you harm; I just got carried away with running. I haven't done it in a while". "It's okay, my darling, I'm not harmed" I said and he snorted relieved. He patted my back with his nose, cleaning the dirt off of my dress and then pushed me a little so I could take a look around. We were very near to a waterfall, inside the woods, and the noise of the water crashing into the river was just amazing and scaring at the same time. I walked a little more, getting closer to the fall e Malakhai followed me, very carefully not to step on any loose rock. My jaw dropped as I turned my head around to see everything of that beautiful place. The huge stones, the flowers sprouting within them and the water. The clearest water I've ever seen. There was a different glow in that river and I felt like I was the only one that could see it. Malakhai got closer and leaned his head to drink some water from the pond, looking very pleased to do it. I got on my knees at put my hands together as a shell, picking up some water and drinking it myself, feeling very reinvigorated after that. "Is that the place, Malakhai? Were you really born in here?" I asked, getting up and running my hand through his back gently."Yes, Miss Lazio" he said, looking around like there were thousands of memories flying about. "Your mother, Misses Lazio, were in a high level of her pregnancy, so was my mother. Your family was traveling to the village and my parents were with them. My mother gave birth to me in this very ground" he said, patting his front paw in the dirt. I grinned at him and he sat on the ground and I did the same thing. I took my boots of and than my dress, and got into the river, submerging and starting to swim around. I've felt so good in such a long time that I
couldn't even remember the last time I smiled more than once in half an hour. I was laughing, splatting up water and having real fun with my wet hair and my wet gown. I must have done that for twenty minutes or more, then I got out of the river and stood up until I was sure my clothes weren't totally socked. Malakhai was walking around and eating daisies when I twisted the hem of my gown and then my hair, and put on my boots again, wrapping my arms around me when a breeze caught me unprepared for the chill. "You know my aunt wants me to get married" I told the horse, running my hands through my belly and then my hips, trying to detach the socked fabric from my skin. "Do you want to get married?" he asked me while chewing. "The only man I know well is Segismund and let's just say he not the type of man that encourages a girl to believe in love or any kind of affection" I said and the snorted when I laughed, then starting to feel a little bad. "No man would want to marry me, anyways" I said. "And why would you say that?" he asked me from behind my back."I'm fire, Malakhai" I said, snapping my fingers and lightening up a little pile of bushes and then extinguishing the flames."I'm sure many man would see that as a positive feature" he said and I laughed. "And you have a great laugh, you're talented, kind, caring and lovely. And I must say, you're a great rider" he added and I smiled, focused on the fall. I didn't notice Malakhai getting all silent and them gasping a little. "We should think of a plan to get you out of that farm someday, Miss Lazio. You have a beautiful world to acknowledge" he said and I breathed that fresh air slowly. "Have you ever seen the King, madam?" he asked me and I raised an eyebrow, then feeling lost and ashamed I didn't even know the color of the King's eyes."Unfortunately no, my friend" I answered the question very sincerely, sighing. "Why do you ask?""Do you think the King would judge you by your abilities?" he asked and I hear his steps on the dry leafs."Why would the King ever even look at me, Malakhai?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Because you are the most beautiful lady these eyes have ever seen" I hear a very deep voice behind me and turned right away, letting my eyes almost pop out when I saw who it was. "And believe me, I've seen tons of women, from this world and another" he added, the 5'11'' tall man standing in front of me. I cover my breasts and my lower half with my hands, blushing completely and still astonished with my sight. The man was incredibly handsome, with dark brown hair down to his shoulders, a very good looking beard and a smile that could make any girl melt. He had this very noble like
"Oh My" I whispered to myself, feeling really embarrassed for I was there, in front of him, all wet and with a see-through gown. My hair was all messed up and stuck too my face and I couldn't speak at all. "Your Majesty" I said, getting desperate. "I'm terribly sorry, I'm...I'm..." I stuttered. "I don't know what to do" I confessed, letting my hands go of my private parts and starting to shake them and trying to bend over and hide myself at the same time. "Should I bend over? Should I make a reverence? I'm almost naked here" I nearly screamed and the King started laughing so beautifully I just stood there admiring his laugh, with a shy smile on my face. I bent over, feeling real bad for not having done that before. "Your Majesty, I apologize for meeting you in such shameful conditions" I said very low and he took a step towards me, touching my shoulders and making me get up."It's alright, it's OK" he said and I breathed with relief, still blushed. He grinned at me and I had to fight with my heart not to smirk at his handsomeness. "You don't need to keep blushing, all I said was the truth" he said to me and I blushed even more, laughing a little."The more you say that, the more I blush" I replied and then he blushed, which was the most adorable thing (besides puppies and little horses) I've ever seen in my whole existence. I heard Malakhai snort and then lay down on the ground and the King glanced at him, smiling. "Is that horse yours?" he questioned and I nodded, looking to my friend with a lot of love in my eyes. "He's one great animal" he said and I smiled at him, again covering my body with my hands."Yes, he is" I answered, looking away as I saw the shine in the Kings eyes. He walked all the way to the edge of the river, inhaled the air like it was a rainy day during spring and closed his eyes, just listening to the sound of the woods and the water. I turned to him, thinking it was very rude to be on your back to the King, and paralyzed at the sight of him taking his belt off with the sword and everything and put it the ground; then he took of his coat, his crown and his boots, and looked directly at me, grinning again."Do you mind if I swim here in your river for a while?" he asked me and my mouth opened, surprised. "It's not my river, Your Majesty" I asked, regretting my rudeness afterwards. "It looks like it is to me" he said, taking his shirt off and making my heart pop in a hundred pieces inside my chest. "Your eyes are as blue as the water" he said, putting his hands together, stretching his arms and diving into the river, vanishing in the big bubbles that the waterfall would create with the crash. I turned to my
horse and he was looking at me with his nose in my direction. He only did that when he wanted to provoke me into rubbing him and admitting he was the best horse in Narnia. "That's not fair to me, you sneaky quadruped!" I yelled whispered at him and he sighed, looking away and laying his head down, closing his beautiful blue eyes. I rolled my eyes and turned on my heels back to the river, watching as the King emerged to the surface, his hair over his head and splatting against his big brown hazel eyes. He pushed it away and looked at me, giving me a huge smile and beckoning at me. I got closer do the river and took of my boots again, sitting by the edge and putting my feet inside the now cold water. I looked at my reflection in the not so calm water and realized my eyes were really that blue, like the King had said. I pushed my hair back because it was looking real dark in the water and that bothered me a little, so I pushed it away and got it up, holding it with a string of fabric I ripped from the hem of my dress. The King was approaching me and I got tense, making my hands a fist. "I'm sorry I said that about the river" he said, getting out of the water and sitting by me, shaking his arms so the drops would come down more quickly. "It is a very stupid thought, actually" he admitted, laughing a little. "I saw you here, all wet and pale and so, so adorable and charming" he started and I blushed again, smiling and looking away. "And I thought you were a naiad" he confessed and I had to glare him a bit offended. "Pardon me, my lady" he said, bending his head down and that back at me. "I just realized you weren't when I was in the water for more than five seconds and you were still out" he said and I smiled again, enchanted with his plainness. "You don't have to apologize, I do look pale like a naiad" I kidded and he smiled. "What are you them?" he asked and all my enchantment went away with the question. "I saw what you can do with your fingers" he said and I bent down my head, staring at my hands. "It's not just the fingers" I confessed not really knowing why was I saying all that to the King of Narnia. "I can do it with my hands, and my mouth" I added and he looked very intrigued which was kind of nice and surprising. "But I don't know exactly what I am. I consider myself a especial human" I said, smiling and the smiled back."Indeed, you are" he said and I felt my stomach dance a little. A very funny feeling it was. Very scary too. "May I ask what are you, a very young lady, doing out here alone?""I'm not alone" I corrected, very daring I
was already. "I have Malakhai with me. Don't ever underestimate the power of a talking horse" I said as a hint and he agreed with me. "And to be honest, I should not be here. The heck, I should. I just couldn't" I said."And why is that?" he asked, entering the river again. He was so tall that, with his feet in the bottom of the river he could still talk to me directly without having to raise his eyes. "My aunt keeps me locked in the family farm, she's not my real aunt, all that drama that surrounds every family in this world" I said, resuming a huge party of my story. "The same aunt that wants you to get married, am I right?" he asked and I raised my eyebrows."Were you hidden behind a bush or a tree overhearing all my conversation with the horse?" I questioned him, who looked very ashamed of himself at the moment. "I apologize, I just got scared when I heard voices in the woods" he explained and I started moving my feet in the water until I felt him touching them, holding them by the heels and pulling me into the river with him, which scared the hell out of me and I almost drowned."Your Majesty!" I gasped, yelling at him, who was laughing his lungs out and staring at me with the most lovely expression he could ever do (I believed so). "You are one naughty King, I say" I complained and the kept laughing, holding my hand before I could get out. He pulled me to his arms and held me like we were about to dance. He turned us around together and then realized I couldn't touch the ground even in my tiptoes, so he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me up, sitting me in the edge again."I couldn't resist, my lady, you are one of a kind" he said as an excuse and I twisted the end of my hair. He came to me and sat beside me again, twisting and whipping his hair backwards. His bare chest was full of tiny drops that kept rolling until the knot in his trousers and bringing me the dirtiest thoughts, making me blush and look away. "I come here every time I feel tired of dozens of people around me, telling me what to do next, what village to visit, which one of my employees I should fire, which girl I should marry" he started and I turned my body to his, playing complete attention to his words. "Being a King is not so wonderful as the people say. It has its pros and cons. Sometimes I just feel like running away from it all" he stopped and exhaled roughly, like he was feeling guilty of saying those things and actually think of them in the first place. I dared to touch his left hand with mine very softly, just to show I shared that feeling."I know how that feels" I almost whispered and he looked at me grateful, rubbing
his fingers against mine and then letting my hand go as I pulled it back. "Then I come here" he continued. "Because it reminds me of all the beauty there is in Narnia and that is my duty to look out for it" he finished as it was a election speech, which very much seemed like. I gave him a understanding smile and then I shivered with a very cold breeze. He stood up and went into the woods half naked and making me worry and came back after a while, bringing some branches and dry bushes in his hand, putting them together into a little pile. "Come" he said, holding one hand out to me and I took it, using his aid to get up and approach the pile. "Could you make us a fire so we can dry our clothes and go home without getting anyone suspicious?" he asked and I grinned very proudly, nodding and blowing the pile, making my beautiful amount of blue flames turn into a little fire. "You see, that's nothing to me ashamed of. You're special" he said and I smiled, sitting close do Malakhai e leaning against him. We kept talking, the King and I, for what seemed like a billion of years within an hour. The subjects were always different and his Majesty told me a bunch of amazing stories he had lived to see. He told me about the four Kings and Queens of Narnia, how brave they were and how they saved our precious world. He told me about Aslam, which was the most fascinating part, I must say, and how wonderful he is when you're standing right in from of him. All those stories were more than I expected to hear in all my fantasies of running away from Aunty Bea and meeting some strange traveler to tell me some of them. As the night threatened to fall upon us, the King and I got dresses up, I let him braid my hair when he asked for, and we brought our horses to drink some water before the ride back. "I must thank you for the lovely evening, my lady" he said, helping me get up on Malakhai's back and getting himself up in his own black steed. "I am the one who should be thanking you for listening to such a non important girl's stories and sharing yours with me, your Majesty. You have no clue how long I've waited for the day I would meet someone who could tell me some adventures like yours, my King" I admitted smiling and he grinned at me, that heart-melting grin of his. "Call me Caspian" he said and I bent my head in a reverence, kicking Malakhai gently in the back and starting to walk away. "My lady" the King called me and I turned my head to his. "May I ask your name?""You may" I replied and he smiled at my mock. "My name is Ariana Lazio" I said and his smiled got even bigger. He nodded and headed to
the opposite direction. "Your Majesty" I called."Yes?" he said, stopping his horse and turning his perfect bright eyes to me. "You are one of a kind too, Caspian" I said, my heart pounding in my chest like a carriage wheel. A rush of emotions coming to me just with the sound of his name coming right out of my mouth. "You are one of a kind" I repeated and his smile got even prettier than I though it could get, before he kicked the horse and vanished into the woods.
Doia. Doia como se lhe rasgassem o peito a lentos avancos de uma adaga de prata em pele alergica. Podia sentir a pressao da angustia sobre a garganta, as palpebras pesadas, a saliva enxarcando-lhe os labios amarga. Queria chorar; faltava ousadia. Queria respirar; sobrava juizo. E ainda que os timpanos ardessem, o couro cocasse e as pernas reinassem inquietas, insistia em sentir. A dor, a pressao, o peso... Nada era pario para a explosao de orgulho de si, de alivio e deleite. Pela primeira vez, nao sentia vergonha de sorrir.Ferdinando sou, contente em informar que ela volta a ser feliz, mesmo que momentaneamente. Confesso um formigar nas pontas dos dedos e calafrios interminaveis nesse exato momento. Confesso uma miscelanea de pensamentos e sentimentos sobre os quais nao posso e nem devo dissertar tao cedo, pois sao indescritivelmente mutaveis e poderiam lhe causar pavor ou caimbras. E confesso, por ultimo, o quao absurdo e sentir falta de coisas sobre voce que desconheco. Meus cumprimentos a aquele que o ensinou a ser o que hoje e, mesmo que eu ainda nao saiba exatamente o que e significa. O pouco que me foi apresentado vale mais que um milhao de palavras. Porem, estas sao so o que tenho. Palavras sao para mim o que o ar e para um ser humano e gostaria que soubesse disso. Nao existe no dicionario uma quantidade suficiente de palavras para denominar o quanto eu gosto delas e o quanto elas falam sobre mim. Ha inumeras informacoes as quais eu adoraria compartilhar e que sei que ouviria sua risada ressonante ao som de cada uma delas, porem tudo tem seu tempo. E se nao tiver, que ao menos voce fique a par do que mais importa. Eu poderia escancarar os meus defeitos, cacar algumas qualidades ou apenas discorrer sobre o quao demasiadamente adoraveis sao as suas sobrancelhas enquanto voce dorme, mas o que posso fazer agora e apenas escrever e escrever ate cansar e com isso tentar mostrar para ti um pouco do que passa dentro da minha cabeca. E se eu me enrolar, entenda que isso acontece com gente que pensa demais e analisa demais. E demasia e um substantivo que me define bem. Talvez defina tambem a maior parte das situacoes de resolucao complicada da minha vida. Pensar demais, falar demais, gente demais, opinioes demais, pressionar demais, insistir demais. E coragem de menos. Enquanto escrevo ja penso em como apagarei o arquivo ao termina-lo. Penso no quao infantil tudo isso aqui pode soar ou no quao assustador. E novamente penso demais. Se hoje me falta bravura para encara-lo de frente e dizer tudo aos seus ouvidos, isso se deve a circunstancias que nao foram de nossa escolha e irremediaveis perante aos nossos olhos. Se hoje voce parte com uma visao de mim sobre a qual nutro uma imensuravel curiosidade, e porque fomos arremessados sem consentimento numa teia que nos prendeu e nos tirou os movimentos. Espero que ao menos algo produtivo tenha saido dessa teia, que as dificuldades em se desvencilhar nos facam crescer, juntos ou nao. Entao,
esta nao e uma carta de despedida, pois nao se despede de alguem a quem nao se conhece. Esta e uma carta de recepcao, e ainda que sua consequencia seja um Adeus, que este ao menos seja puro e motivado. Sendo assim, que comece com um Ola. E que daqui para frente, tudo seja Ola, Oi, como vai? e Que bom que voce esta aqui. Que todo e qualquer espaco aberto seja uma porta e que dela voce entre e saia de peito erguido sem perder sua essencia e se esquecer de seu devido lugar. Que todos ao seu redor sorriam sempre com a sua presenca, que todo e qualquer lugar por que passe se torne fonte de luz e que seu cheiro seja a fragrancia favorita daqueles que o sentirem. Que suas vontades sejam realizadas com esforco e seus anseios atingidos atraves de batalha e conquista. Que sua voz preencha vazios e seu calor aqueca aqueles que mais tremem em noites de inverno. Ou aquelas. Aquela. A mim.