For these anxieties drums call,
Nature resonates without fixed dates on calendars
and her transformations bewitch life…
There is a ‘before’ and an ‘after’ my bluish stone…
BEFORE
After the anxieties of bread, skulls, rituals, All Soul’s Day, All Saint’s Day, Witches Night, Halloween, I felt a manuscript undergoing its disintegration:
…Through the centuries of millenia shall they walk
deaf to their voices, blind to their sight,
confusing worlds with the dead,
life with bodies,
nature with calendars,
until a gigantic wave
returns to them breath…
Another warm and fresh breeze blew, I climbed on it until reaching the Wheel of Life; along the road I found traces of all mentioned events of the calendar, apparently sooner than later they came from it.
Returning myself I turned…
…was received by my certainty, my expression and my natures;
…my vapors, my resemblances and my longevity spoke to me;
…was contained by my steps, my dust and my hungers…
AFTER
…kept turning…
…towards the North, crouched inside the pupil of an owl,
reached myself with walkers among worlds
gathered in a grove lost in time
flying through the skies around the fire
to witness the formation of a new year
hidden under the autumn cloak.
After a long while,
we gathered ourselves around worlds
in order to shape life’s gust.
On the way back, in the gardens
of a very tall lady,
we drunk the route
towards the insides.
…towards the South, I saw the night opening the doors
honouring the visitors.
Through one of them entered the hidden meadow,
where moist shapes curves
for encounters on the grass
among gazelle and stags.
A leaf sparkled the instant
bringing us down summer on its dream.
In a rush golden rays crossed
from another door, sandals moving away
halfway down the road they called me.
We entered a bluish Moon.
Came back no more, but one day I will
have to go looking for myself
to bring myself from here.
A door after I found the one I was looking for;
left it open to be found.
…from East to West, I stumbled upon two portals.
One took to the covered gardens of the South,
there, this moment did not arrive yet.
The other one drove to nights without days in the North,
there this moment happened a moon ago…
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