mercoledì, marzo 18, 2009
Grusnaja 4
Breathing shorter.
Nervousness.
Heart faster.
All seems sour.
But then I realize it fits better.
I fill it more fully.
It's a comforting feeling.
But it is not enough.
Grusnaja 3
What is the right balance.
Is there a right balance?
Swings as wide as the hearts thumps.
Does the heart thump wider from time to time?
Does it make himself heard. Drumming the rithm of life.
Where is the balance in that thumping? I hear not, feel not such a thing.
I need to hear you.
A strange vacuum, long. Unheard of.
Fill it. Please do it.
Grusnaja 2
Two flights of stairs.
He ran inside. Spotted the stairs and ran up two flights.
Closed.
It was open, but inaccessible.
......
A note on the table. Two keys.
Not one person around.
Not a way to take.
He made his way back where he come from.
A few steps and an elevator or more stairs.
Waited for the elevator.
One, two, second floor.
A long corridoor to the left and one to the right.
Not one person around.
Not one light on.
The first door was his.
The key worked.
The place was big. Too big. Lost.
He did not know how, but he knew why.
Three more days.
Grusnaja 1
There is a place. A place to my left. Immediately after my "collar".
I felt it strong.
There is a place. A place where water flows. Sometimes this water is obstructed.
It could be a tree fallen. It could be rain that makes the flow unrecognizable.
In those days it seems like there is no flow.
But there is. More difficult in those moments to see, but with some effort it is there.
In those days the effort is hard to come by. If the flow is not easy to spot, panic makes us
scream and worry about why it is not easy. And the effort is lost. For that day.
A fairy tale. The horses tails slowly moved sideways.
Horses are patient animals.
Ishme Dagan looked at the horses and felt they would not leave. They will wait for him.
Ishme Dagan desperately needed someone to believe in him, in what he was doing.
He didn't do it all wrong. At least he didn't think so.
The horses standing up made it all feel better. The horses showed that it was all about time.
Just a little more time.
Ishme Dagan looked up. The sky was uncertain.
He preferred it that way. He felt a good sky would be in contrast. As if bad news were a good thing. Uncertainty.
Uncertain sky, about to rain. About to send a weak cold wind.
About to make sure those who are not certain will not challenge him.
Ishme Dagan had been under that sky, next to the horses, just a few minutes.
The horses are patient, Ishme Dagan felt it was going to be all right.
He could forget now about the troubles. It would come to its rightful end.
Ishme Dagan walked inside and up the stairs.
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