They were sleeping when the lights came through their window. They were not blessed with great wits or the gift of logical thinking. What they were given was great eyes instead: they had a condition called abnormal tetrachromacy, which meant that they had limited infrared-vision. When I learned about it from them I, as I have been always fascinated by colors and color deception, had to ask...
This is chronologically the first short story I publised in English, even if it wasn't the first I began writing.
Days have turned into nights that then turned into dawns and days again countless times since I saw L'amore d'Agna. It was the truest form of love, the purest source of happiness, yet there are no evidence that it ever existed; all I know is based on observations and experience, not on the nowadays preferred written way...
jan ale li wile. jan ale li sona.
pilin li suwi. pilin l'alasa.
jan Sotan li ike. jan ante li pona.
pilin li suli. pilin l'utala.
mi sona e toki. mi sona e mute.
utala l'ike. utala l'ike.
mi sona e olin. mi sona li kute
e toki pona e toki ike....