#another world4
They stood for a moment contemplating the sky, hoping for a new sign. But nothing happened. So they decided to take a few steps around the house, just to decompress a little.They realized that, in the end, they did not really know each other. Everything had happened so fast that they had not even thought of how they called each other. They stared at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing. The whole drama of this adventure had exploded into a thousand pieces. She, who by nature seemed so distant, was once again a teenage girl in love, ready for anything. He felt rejuvenated, just as awkward as his first date.She, who by nature seemed so distant, was once again a teenage girl in love, ready for anything.He felt rejuvenated, just as awkward as his first date.
"You see, in our world, the name does not matter anymore, we have forgotten it. "
"It's true," she says, we find our interventions so natural with men, that we forget to introduce ourselves.
"Forgot who you are?"
The idea that people could forget their first name seemed very absurd. He remembered very well who he was, even though many years of loneliness had not allowed him to hear himself called by his first name.
"I'm Jean!"
He put his hands to his chest, as if his first name was his only treasure. For a moment, his eyes sought approval from those of her companion ... She hesitated a moment, then, taking Jean's cheeks in her hands, she told him.
"I know what you're doing, I've always known it, but for me it's different, every time there's a name that I can wear ..."
He looked at her, with a question mark in the middle of the figure. How could it be that this woman, so sweet, so charming, could, in an instant, indulge herself in saying that she was the incarnate lie? How could you believe her, if she could change her name all the time?
"Wait," he said, "The One Who Knows what he's calling you then?"
"He? It's different. He knows who we are. He does not need to name us to come in. He comes to you, and says to you, 'I am here.'"
Jean turned and shouted aloud:
"Let The One Who Knows introduce himself! I am here. She is here! Show yourself!"
He ran in all directions, trying to catch the unseen comrade. His words were mingled with huge bursts of laughter. She watched him, and twirled like him, holding out his hands, as if to take part in this senseless round. Their laughter mingled, and brightened the landscape. This place had never known so much joy as on that day when a terrible decision had to be made. Out of breath, they collapsed on the ground, in each other's arms. Their complicit laughter faded to lose themselves once more in a knowing glance.
She lowered her head, as if what she was going to say was a stupidity. In fact, she was trying to remember.
"Really, I do not know what to say to you. I had so many names to wear, that I do not know which one would like you ... "
The frowning Jean replied:
"Do you know that the only name that suits you is the one your eyes wear?" They are like a thousand flashes of light, they are the essence of the colors of the rainbow! For me, you are the messenger with rainbow eyes The two irises of your eyes name you more than you could have been and you will never be. May it please the one who sent you, that your name here is that of Iris! "
She asked herself. Iris?. Was it not one of those names of the antique world of John? Suddenly she remembered. She burst out laughing and said:
"Go for Iris, my dear Jean ..."
And to reward him, she gave him the kiss of the victor.