I dreamt that it became evening –and it become

I dreamt that it became evening –and it become. I should pay attention nearby the bells from a flock, scattered right hereand there. The flock moved onwards, hidden at the back of the night greens of osier willows and oleanders. I observed the route of its sound and that i began to walk. Above me was the labyrinth of the starry sky; under my feet, I could contact its reflection in remedy: earthy floor and clean rocks, blades of grass, undergrowth. And their many whispers. I tripped, butdid no longer forestall to look whether or not my ankle turned into swollen, due to the fact the sound of the bells had coiled itself around my waist like a rope and was tugging me lightly on. I had abandoned myself willingly to it.

i was going further and similarly downhill, until I reached the brim of water. It was the time while water sleeps, like a small baby. The moon turned into shining and i noticed it: substantial, nonetheless, pensive. Then, as although I had beenstarting up a garment, the sound of the bells uncoiled itself from around my waist and fell into a mute heap at my toes. I sat down to mirror what i was doing there, self-invited within the barren region, I, a woman of the city.

The idea of the metropolis was like losing a huge stone into the water. growth and echo rose above the silence of the region. A whirlwind swept over me. The water awakened and began to weep. I said to it, “don’t cry”. And it calmed down.

I stated “don’t cry” and without delay you regarded. again the same long blonde hair, the white, almost sky blue skin, your gaze black. but in preference to the simple, extra or much less boyish garments of our young people, long, naturalwhite veils misted up around the epithalamion of your shape. You glided your radiance upon the waters. You got here and stood earlier than me. unfaithful –and but I stated, “God, how can an image possess such reminiscence?” You smiled at me. You raised your hand and gave the signal. As many drums and violins as there were stars commenced to play all of a sudden within the heavens, but they too remained invisible in the back of the soughing evensong. Then, you stretched out your different hand in the direction of me, beckoning me to comply with you.



I faltered. How may want to my very own heavy frame no longer sink after I stepped onto the water? however then againwhat did I recognize about such matters? just what all of us recognise, more or much less. That they solid spells over lonely men, who lie with them, and suffer afterwards –if they must be so fortunate as to return to an “afterwards”. butwhat was a woman doing in all of this?

I saw that your face had clouded because i was afraid of you. The melodies had additionally modified someway; the drums were raging; the violins appeared out of music. What become I to do? I got up to comply with you. You laughed a laughter of triumph. You took me by way of the hand, just as you used to while we were at the college of Philosophy on Solonos street, in the days of our children, of our endless Athenian conversations and strolls, before and after your time in prison; the days of younger events but additionally of our squabbles, banned protest marches, young loves, books and outings. The time too of disappointment when you had fallen unwell, even though I did no longer regularly see then you, i was now not even dwelling in Athens at the time. Your hand was neither bloodless nor heat, as though you hadn’t touched me. I took a deep breath. You turned around and said: “Don’t be a idiot! stop believing in” –did you say “trust in” or “dread”?—“a lot of these fairy tales, will you? They exist, but they exist in a different way”.

I consequently paid no heed to the reality that we each glided collectively at the still water and reached right away the other financial institution. And so, usually protecting palms, we started out to walk on the grassy carpet of a prairie, strewn with delicate flora. At one factor, it seemed to me which you have been limping; I stole a look at your white-and-blue court docket shoe –it looked just like the cloven hoof of a mountain goat, yet I paid no heed to that detail either. You have been speakme, contending with the most affordable arguments, as common, that one can only relive what one has already experienced in life, dream handiest what one has already dreamt of. yet having said that, you have been saying, not anything comes returned completely the same. that is why we re-experience the versions of older occasions in our existence. variations which can be every so often so self-sufficient, that they allow us –albeit very hardly ever—to neglectwhat has without a doubt occurred –or even to update it with an almost arbitrary interpretation. there's an immaterial global that actions around us, that has usually “weighed” on us, without seeming to weigh us down…

You used to speak to me in precisely the identical way. I used to agree with you, due to the fact I wanted to consider you –as constantly–, even though I need to confess that I had by no means imagined on this manner the words of such encounters. At one factor, you stopped strolling and speakme. You listened for some thing I couldn't listen. You turnedonce more closer to me. You informed me sweetly that we always have a bit more time, even though time is never given to us freely. then you definately yelled to the violins and drums to play loudly. more loudly, much extra loudly. To drown the fowl’s cursed crow. “Come, we’ll make do with what time we have”, you sighed.

Like a film director tapping the white screen along with his stick to demonstrate (you have been yourself a director in any case), you stretched out an nearly sky blue hand to the 4 points of the horizon. I controlled to see golden tables with our vintage friends around them, tasting unseen bread, drinking airy wine, making a song the ultimate songs ever sung in our country. I managed to peer fairies dancing, throwing off the scarves covering their faces and revealing the features of beloved girlfriends, with the men around them seeking to seize the scarf of their love. I managed to see, over the yearsthat go by using with no different ballast, the contribution a word could make, an image, a sound, so that the day after would dawn as a normal day. I managed to look the harm and the gain of that juvenile imprisonment on folks thatafterwards never relied on everyone in their lifestyles anymore, except for those they'd known in view that that time –for all that we had every taken a special route; that during itself supposed not anything. I controlled, my dear, to look you bid farewell to the light, just because the relaxation folks, the ghosts of an vintage and actual court martial, carried you on our shoulders on your very last stroll upon this earth.

I awakened sobbing. considering the fact that then, my left foot has end up the cloven hoof of a mountain goat. I concealit, of direction. but who cares these days besides about such matters…