Leaning
against a tree in an open field environment, a little girl with blond hair sliding
over her shoulders (like a dance to the sound of the fairest laughter of winds)
was thinking deep. Her face was nostalgic, and her blue eyes were glowed in
red, because of the sky color of one more sunset.
There, she
was imagining the happiest day of her life, the day when she would finally
embrace the person she was waiting, and in his arms she’d say everything she
was feelig, how she prayed for that day, how much she wanted that moment to be
eternal. She made plans, invented a thousand different ways to surprise him
when that day comes. She wanted, eventually, to stop only dreaming of moments
like that and live them one by one, in every detail.
But she
couldn’t anymore. Life had pranked her. Now she would only have memories of
something that never happened. No longer would have the promised chance, and could
no more fulfill her passionate promises and oaths. The idea of "forever" was gone.
“How can I
forget those simple and sweet words? How to bury a feeling that made me burn
inside and feel so different, unique? How to accept the idea of the terrible end?”
When she
received the ultimate news: "He is no longer among us", she could not
move for a moment. Astonished, she took all letters received, all gifts and
photos, and walked out the door of her house, not even knowing where to go.
She walked
for hours, when in the late afternoon found this grove of unimaginable beauty
in which she stayed who knows how long. The breeze caressed her sad face. The
leaves fell to the ground to keep her company amid flowers that lend themselves
to comfort her. Now the sun was coming down to make room for the evening. She
sat next to a big tree. His face was in every cloud she looked.
And then she
cried, screamed, got up and ran. After a while, already tired, she fell on the
flowers. Warm tears roamed her face. The sky cried along with her. The rain
mingled with her tears, and then she cried even more. She couldn’t understand
why this was happening to her, why she was being deprived of that happiness,
and what she would do thereafter.
The rain
increased.
The sadness
and pain mixed into hatred.
Now her
hands, dirty thank to the mud, was fiercely tearing flowers around her. She screamed,
howled that nothing else deserved life, no thing else deserved to stand.
Desperate and terrified, she witnessed thunders and lightnings cutting the sky
and falling somewhere close. Blood flowed in her arms, thanks to the spikes of
the flowers she was continuously pulling off the ground.
Her face
had a bitter, insane expression. She was capable of anything at that time, unleashing
her destructive thoughts were unleashed and her feelings were taking over. She
no longer felt pain, sadness, fear.
From the
bottom of her soul, she shouted as loud as possible everything she had already
thought of doing before. Groping her pocket, she knew somehow that the object she
had brought would be somehow useful.
There were
no more tears.
With a
strange smile on the face, she gathered what left of herself, and started
walking to the tree next to the place she was seating while watching the
sunset. It was on fire! One of the lightnings had struck it.
Her eyes
flashed again.
"I'm
coming, my love."
And right
after saying it, she stuck her fate in her heart. In the last moment, she started
thinking, thinking, imagining…
And smiled
her last smile.
And shed her
last tear.
And fell to
the ground her last drop of blood.
Living Roses,
bathed in a scarlet-red tone.
A perfect
funeral.
Oh, what a
life.
(This is the translation of a text I wrote in June 2010)
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