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"Forgiveness passes through pain... not silence," she said, "so tell me all the truth and I will understand".
"Are you sure? Can you bear it?" Asked the man.
"Of course... I can wait no more!" She replied.
"There was a valley far over the mountains where now we see the sun disappear... ah the sun... how glorious it seemed there,strong and familiar. The children of the valley grew poor and happy for generations... playing at the border of the wood, or near the old dry well. There was a game we played to show our courage... for we were boys... stupid boys we were, and ignorant of evil. The game consisted of descending into the well and remain there for as long as possible. The gray eyed child was fearful... of both the well and the teasing of the others... so, in a wretched night, he decided to face the well all alone... to scream his fear far from the ears of the companions who would have payed this behaviour with a lot of friendly fists with the delicacy that only young boys grown wildly can have.
The beginning was relatively easy... the first fear... shrink back... the sudden verse of a frog... the jump... and finally ... into the well. The colorless world of the depth within that cylinder of rock and ground after some moment of pure dread became almost comfortable... mysteriously more and more comfortable with the hours. The grey eyed boy during is first youth had never experimented the taste of being alone... of having a special place to stay by himself. This new individualistic sensation soon became a strong desire. When the day came on the valley... the child left secretly his refuge to reach him again later with his friends,showing how much time he could stay there... but he didn't stood more than the necessary to beat the former record... because he didn't what the other to understand the there into the well there was a special place
to stay 'alone'... oh... how this word resounded well there!?!...
Days passed,everyone killed by the subsequent and years the same way..with the child growing stronger and solitary... spending every night into the well... discovering with time that inside he felt exactly like the depth of the well... ancient, dark... 'alone'... and in the the impetus of this comprehension uttered the words that had never to be told... 'If darkness were all?!?'... stupid words nonsense words... certainly words of a young heart unexperienced of the need of dark and light for the balance of nature. In the same moment his loneliness that he discovered then to have never been complete,was broken.
A voice from nowhere,resounding all around... like the boy was in the stomach of the speaker, spoke words that can't be forgotten.
'Long ago built by fatigue of men and magic of wizards,I've seen many ages rise and fall,still remaining there... sacred once,forgotten now. I am one of the ancient magic modern people believe in no more. I am a wishing well... I grant wishes... and now I'm going to make your wish come true. Darkness you want around... darkness for you... so let it be dark... every time a hope,a desire in your heart will rise... every time a love will concretize... every time a better future will seem soon to arrive... in the same moment a beast from your soul will come to light... dominating your fleshes,changing them the way you are within by now:'darkness'... and darkness by your own hand will be all around'."
She looked at him like a healthy looks a mad... and said.
"These kind of fairytales are good for children,do you think I am still a baby? For this reason you don't want to talk about love with me...? I love you... and you too... I know it... I can see it even now ...I can feel it... Why don't we marry?".
Two tears dropped from the grey eyes of the man... then the spasms of the transformation bent him.
"Are you sure? Can you bear it?" Asked the man.
"Of course... I can wait no more!" She replied.
"There was a valley far over the mountains where now we see the sun disappear... ah the sun... how glorious it seemed there,strong and familiar. The children of the valley grew poor and happy for generations... playing at the border of the wood, or near the old dry well. There was a game we played to show our courage... for we were boys... stupid boys we were, and ignorant of evil. The game consisted of descending into the well and remain there for as long as possible. The gray eyed child was fearful... of both the well and the teasing of the others... so, in a wretched night, he decided to face the well all alone... to scream his fear far from the ears of the companions who would have payed this behaviour with a lot of friendly fists with the delicacy that only young boys grown wildly can have.
The beginning was relatively easy... the first fear... shrink back... the sudden verse of a frog... the jump... and finally ... into the well. The colorless world of the depth within that cylinder of rock and ground after some moment of pure dread became almost comfortable... mysteriously more and more comfortable with the hours. The grey eyed boy during is first youth had never experimented the taste of being alone... of having a special place to stay by himself. This new individualistic sensation soon became a strong desire. When the day came on the valley... the child left secretly his refuge to reach him again later with his friends,showing how much time he could stay there... but he didn't stood more than the necessary to beat the former record... because he didn't what the other to understand the there into the well there was a special place
to stay 'alone'... oh... how this word resounded well there!?!...
Days passed,everyone killed by the subsequent and years the same way..with the child growing stronger and solitary... spending every night into the well... discovering with time that inside he felt exactly like the depth of the well... ancient, dark... 'alone'... and in the the impetus of this comprehension uttered the words that had never to be told... 'If darkness were all?!?'... stupid words nonsense words... certainly words of a young heart unexperienced of the need of dark and light for the balance of nature. In the same moment his loneliness that he discovered then to have never been complete,was broken.
A voice from nowhere,resounding all around... like the boy was in the stomach of the speaker, spoke words that can't be forgotten.
'Long ago built by fatigue of men and magic of wizards,I've seen many ages rise and fall,still remaining there... sacred once,forgotten now. I am one of the ancient magic modern people believe in no more. I am a wishing well... I grant wishes... and now I'm going to make your wish come true. Darkness you want around... darkness for you... so let it be dark... every time a hope,a desire in your heart will rise... every time a love will concretize... every time a better future will seem soon to arrive... in the same moment a beast from your soul will come to light... dominating your fleshes,changing them the way you are within by now:'darkness'... and darkness by your own hand will be all around'."
She looked at him like a healthy looks a mad... and said.
"These kind of fairytales are good for children,do you think I am still a baby? For this reason you don't want to talk about love with me...? I love you... and you too... I know it... I can see it even now ...I can feel it... Why don't we marry?".
Two tears dropped from the grey eyes of the man... then the spasms of the transformation bent him.
se l'Oscurità fosse tutto
["Il perdono passa attraverso il dolore… non il silenzio" – lei disse -
"Dunque dimmi tutta la verità ed io capirò". "Sei sicura di poterlo sopportare?" - disse l'uomo.
"Certo ... non posso più attendere!" - rispose lei.
"C'era una valle lontana oltre le montagne dove ora vediamo il sole scomparire ... ah ... quanto glorioso sembrava lì il sole, forte e familiare. I bambini della valle crebbero poveri e felice per generazioni ... giocando al confine del bosco, o vicino al vecchio pozzo asciutto. C'era un gioco al quale giocavamo per mostrare il nostro coraggio ... eravamo ragazzi ... ragazzi stupidi e ignoranti del male. Il gioco consisteva nello scendere nel pozzo e restarvi più a lungo possibile.
Il bambino dagli occhi grigi aveva paura ... sia del pozzo che delle prese in giro degli altri ... così, in una notte disgraziata, decise di affrontare il pozzo tutto solo ... urlando la sua paura lontano dalle orecchie dei compagni che avrebbero pagato questo comportamento con un sacco di pugni amichevoli con la delicatezza che solo i ragazzi cresciuti selvaggiamente possono avere. L'inizio fu relativamente facile ... la prima paura ... ritrarsi ... il verso improvviso di una rana ... il salto ... e, infine, ... nel pozzo. Il mondo incolore della profondità di quel cilindro di roccia e terra dopo qualche momento di puro terrore divenne quasi confortevole ... misteriosamente sempre più col passare delle ore. Il ragazzo dagli occhi grigi durante la prima giovinezza non aveva mai sperimentato il gusto di stare da solo ... di avere un posto speciale da solo.
Questa nuova sensazione individualista divenne ben presto un forte desiderio. Quando venne il giorno sulla valle ... il fanciullo lasciò il suo rifugio segreto raggiungendolo di nuovo in un secondo momento con i suoi amici, mostrando per quanto tempo era in grado di restarvi... ma non più del necessario a battere il record precedente ... perché non far sì che gli altri potessero scoprire che giù nel pozzo c'era un posto speciale dove restare 'solo' ... oh ... quanto risuonava bene questa parola lì!?! ...
Passarono i giorni, tutti uccisi dai successivi e gli anni allo stesso modo .. con il bambino sempre più forte e solitario ... passando ogni notte nel pozzo ... scoprendo con il tempo che dentro di sé si sentiva esattamente come la profondità del pozzo ... antico, buio ... 'solo' ... e nell'impulso di questa comprensione pronunziò parole che non avrebbero mai dovuto essere... 'Se l’oscurità fosse tutto??' ... stupide parole, parole senza senso... di certo le parole di un cuore giovane inesperto della necessità di buio e luce per l'equilibrio della natura. Nello stesso momento la sua solitudine che poi scoperse non essere mai stata completata, fu rotta.
Una voce dal nulla risuonò tutto intorno ... come se il ragazzo fosse nello stomaco di colui che parlava, dicendo parole indimenticabili:
Lei lo guardò come un sano guarda un pazzo ... e disse: "Questo tipo di favole vanno bene per i bambini, pensi che io sia ancora una bambina… per questo non vuoi parlare d’amore con me ...? Ti amo ... e anche tu ... Lo so ... Lo vedo anche adesso ... lo sento ... Perché non ci sposiamo? ".
Due lacrime caddero dagli occhi grigi dell’uomo ... poi gli spasmi della trasformazione lo piegarono.]
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It somehow reminded me to a Werewolve, maybe because I have been wanting to write something about a werevolve xD
anyway, Once again my friend, you have done an amazing job, it also reminded me to the part in the book "Perfume" where Grenouille spends years in a dark cave (or something like that)
I find this pretty amazing, specially because of the way you "paint" the loneliness
anyway, Once again my friend, you have done an amazing job, it also reminded me to the part in the book "Perfume" where Grenouille spends years in a dark cave (or something like that)
I find this pretty amazing, specially because of the way you "paint" the loneliness