It was published on the newspaper. It was news: They died holding hands. Seventy-three years together.

Two hearts, like old and precious clocks, have decided to stop at the same time.

Tic tac, tic tac, tic...

But the newspapers have not seen and it was not news either, that the hands were two clasped souls.

Clasped thus, like two white clouds that parade and float together in the indigo sky.

However, it must be clear that they were two and not just one.

Yes, because when it is two loves they are much larger.

This history of "becoming one" is a fantasy of an uninformed poet, or unprepared.

They died holding hands... And have not kept their love under lock and key.

They kept it under seven children, fifteen grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.

They left the world smiling.

Arrived holding hands.

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They are always inspiring these histories of couples who go together to the end of the present existence.

Fifty, sixty, seventy years of marriage...

What they did not have in that time!... And they resisted... Resisted to everything and everyone.

In some cases the tenderness, fellowship are so large that they remain, literally, hand in hand, that is, not even that precious habit of touching, of the kind contact, was lost.

Contrary to what many think, these lovers are not born ready, in fact, there is no love which is born ready: all love appears seed to become leafy tree.

The only difference is that, through the plurality of the existences, we know that, in many cases, theses seeds have been released a long time ago, in another past - just that.

Moreover, the formula, the effort, the path, the challenges, are the same for everyone.

When asked about the recipe for such long time of love, the terms may change, but in essence the ideas are the same.

We will always find the mutual respect, admiration for each other, fellowship, giving, sacrifice, tenderness, forgiveness...

If we get to the details, this happy list would fill a few good lines.

All the great accomplishments in life are constructions,  being they of one existence, being of several. The important thing is to be aware and willing to build, to invest and to work.

Without work love does not grow on our hearts.

The great loves are not born ready.

In our relationships to two, our larger concern should not be the one of choosing the right person - although every choice must be well made and reveal much about our interests, about our character.

Our attention should be focused much more on building the best possible relationship with that person we have chosen.

And knowing that death is just a change of state, loves will understand that, even after the end of this chapter, the dedicated hands and full of tenderness may remain clasped in real life, in the following chapters.

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They died holding hands... And have not kept their love under lock and key.

They kept it under seven children, fifteen grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.

They left the world smiling. Arrived holding hands.

Spiritist Moment Team with quotation from the
poem De mãos dadas, by Andrey Cechelero.
Octobre 20.2015.