The Oath

A love more intense that that of Byzantine and Juliet.

He, of skin almost as black as a thrush, and she, of blond braids falling down innocent on her little white dress
They swore in unison, an instant before that the hooded ku Klux Klan men, summoned of torches and hatred, kicked the boxes that were supporting them of their gallows.

"The death will not separate us; it only will join our souls forever"

The young John does not know why today these words sprout in his mind, while he is observing on the great mirror, in the intimacy of his room, his tender reflection with a blond wig and a little white dress.