Saturday, January 28, 2012

Foggy lines in the city-scape. [#33 - Lord of the Hill]

The giant monster of steel and steam screamed his desperation to leave out the place, far away. The smoke was white, very white and drew some puzzles in the back of the station. Since very early in the evening passengers were squeezed between the platform and the long line of wagons; it was a beautiful train, long and with armchairs upholstered in emerald green silk. She was not where she was suppose to be. She did not want to be here.

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<> Your Excellency,  can you tell us where had you been yesterday afternoon? Where and how long, please? Please?

Lord Konrad stared at the mirror in front of him, with its' smooth edges nonetheless a very good job, almost like the dress she loved to wear, simple and predictable, as an informal farmer style, non convinient for these complex environments of town. There is nothing beyond the mirror except the discrete effect of their own sadness and pain. Because there is pain in the shame of knowing alone with oneself, without the warm caress that a woman in a pure state knows how to offers.

<> Please, say what you know! Do not make us wait any longer! Do not you understand that His Excellency should colaborate?!

Many drops of light as mysterious stars in distant skies came to him, face to face. It was a paradise of tiny flowers in her hands, and hidden breasts like a warm home. A home between the hills around an anonymous castle so far away of here. "I am not who I am... or was she who finally has been and I did not see it. I'm just a trace in the history, in time... And she is gone..." These are thoughts born in a chair, face to face with destiny.


<> I did not see... or must say that I saw it, but it was only like the poorest remembrance of the beautiful woman who had been.
I did not kill her! I swear! She had taken in her hands the will to change their fate. Why? I do not know or do not want to know anyway. For Love? Cowardice? No, no no! 

ha! ha! ha! ha! [An hysterical laughter hinted their misery] SHE only wanted to run a heavy punishment, to ME, to this man sitting in that gray station. SHE wanted to carve his own memory with pain in my soul. And SHE did, I know deeply that SHE did to ME.
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A Golden Bough