Previously

Tina caressed her lover’s curls bringing the black hair to her lips to become other lips to kiss.  She touched Bette’s forehead with her right cheek and when she felt it would rain from her eyes like never before, she delivered to Bette the song. The blonde sang the words, whispered to Bette in the heat of the raw battle between what is right and what Tina’s life needed.

“A glowing ember, burning hot burning slow… Deep within I am shaken by the violence of existing for only you… I know I can’t be with you…I do what I have to do. Oh, I know I can’t be with you and I do what I have to do…”

 Madison could see the tears rolling over her mother’s face lullaby by her heartbeat. Her voice: just a thin line, but still so full and powerful.

“But I have the sense to recognize that I don’t know how to let you go… Don’t know how to let you go… my love…”

Tina kissed Bette’s forehead and leaved the room without saying goodbye to her daughter.

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What we think about birth? About being born?

Without any romance.Humans are physiologically expelled from the body of the mother. Humans let the safe cocoon behind to face the unknown. Humans needed, at first, unglued themselves from the placenta, among tears and blood, to be surrounded, just after, most of the times, by artificial lights and coldness. Human’s disaccustomed eyes got blinded with the sun that didn’t possess any warm. Humans captured the touch and the friction with the recently discovered skin with other organs and also with, maybe, another human. And that made them curious for what it would come next the rest of their lives. Besides, humans are confused when they arrived at this world.

If you can tell that this can also been called “born”, Bette reborn at that moment. Somehow.

First the pain recognizing each of her body functions. Her head and eyes. The bitter taste inside her mouth. The movement from her lungs. Her breathe. Her moves. Her legs and feet. It was difficult. Hard. Everything, every piece of her body seemed carry the weight of the world.  And her mind worked to made things lighter. Memories invaded her head like a colorful wave paraded life inside her soul.

Memories of her childhood. Her knees in contact with the green grass. The laugh. The tears. The wind. The rain. Discovers.

But it went deeper. Memories revolved secret places and recalled the body in action. The recognition from the touch. The party from sex. The search from herself groping the body of other. The sudden shake from the connection. The frames of their life.

And they appeared . Parents. Family. Friends. Lovers. A lover. The blonde. The adolescent. The woman. Her memory vague to the time she used to stay far away, appreciating the way Tina walked. The way her ponytail made that childish pendulum move, while she walked so assure. The way she used to stop waiting for Bette at the cafeteria. At the balcony. But it was just after Tina walked inside the building, that the mocha decided it was time to meet her. Bette was a voyeuristic. And it was the blonde´s fault. The creamy body became Bette’s playground and canvas, were she exercise her hands, manipulating the flesh and create art pieces. Tina´s body was the vision sanctify by Bette´s eyes and senses. And it came without any darkness. Tina’s image; the last time they saw each other. Their bodies expulsing the sorrow and the loneliness. The happiness from being inside her humid legs. Immersed into her fluids. Again. Together. And Bette could see, recognize clearly, inside her revival thoughts that there wasn’t a happy moment without the image of the blonde woman in the scenario. If Tina was by her side, life was easier. Happier.

If you consider the discovered of a single and absolute truth, that would lead you to happines like also, "being born", than Bette reborn at that sunny afternoon.