the woods cracked under the thumb's nails

The dull night approached my coat with strong senses. Like a daughter of hers, the fog flooded all the forest ,covering even the slightest view I had with the river. The air was fed up with sharp smells, wet feathers, branch creaks ,all trying enter that part of my body, where they could be ‘tasted’ with a special sensation. The old smell of cold ,moulded ,black-marooned tree-stump ,reminded of that day. Quick bundles were made in my head...that little head covered with curled pieces of hair ,and the funny black stripped hat .But suddenly all those imaginary threads ,got ripped away leaving behind only the dust of what could be another successfully remembering .The sound that made all these happen, those vocal cords that almost torn up side down the smoothly silence of the place called wood ,like a scream of close danger ,still like a following ,with the sun in its deepest sounds. Oh sweet noise of freedom ,of escape .’Listen!’, ‘What ?‘, ‘just stay and listen ‘ . I couldn’t ;the silence hurt my eyes, my mouth, blocked my ears. It was too much pain in that wet-wood smelling silence. ‘Now because of the silence I can’t hear what she’s saying ‘ ,’Who?’ ,’The voice ‘ ,’Ah ,that voice. You could cross the river ,and then see it ,or maybe you could read her lips.’ But I couldn’t . The water would have grabbed me. My feet would have sensed the cutting stones .The creek never allows to no one to cross it. All I could do was wait for it to let me know when . Even if until then I would have bent and broken under the dizzy clouds of ideas .’ I want a bridge ‘ ,‘What are you saying ,fool me ?’ .I couldn’t move my lids. Too much air covered them like pieces of grey lead .I took it away, and so it went with peaceful screams of a mad beeing. ’Go, go away’ , ’So you could see the light , isn’t that so?’ , ‘what light ?You are getting more and more....’ , ’ How ? mad? My pills are in the black hole of the tree-stump. If you see the light you will see that too.’ The light was there . I sensed it on my right hand’s hair. The fog screamed of full delight .The chillness was cut with white rays of rich light .

Distorted sounds reached the top of my head . Something I wasn’t sure of but I was aware of . Sentences crossed the paths of the prototype minded me. If the voice had heard those propositions forming, it would have thought a totally different thing.

‘ Stop thinking, you’re making me dizzy .’ , ‘Sorry can’t help it ,these smells give me such a great appetite for... thoughts ,I could eat them with toast.’ , ’Toast is good ,but in the morning ‘. My self was right .It was the nightest night ever. We were almost like one,still I was with one foot out. Her darkness pulled me in, ripping my coat full of fog .Then I realised what I was missing. A face .Me and myself were strangers kept in iron cages in another time. Less were the things we knew about each other .’I could try to sculpt you a face ‘ , ‘If the trees let you’.

A strong wind blew that idea and the branches almost reached my long nails. ‘You should cut them, they are too long ,you might cut the wood.’ ,’ Leave me alone,I can’t stand me anymore, get out ,I can’t let you inside me, not even a second’ , ’You keep forgetting that a second is what I want it to be :an year ,a monkey , a moment of your life ,a short sound, a room , a thread of dust...’ , ‘Stop it,I can’t hear me thinking. You are so noisy today.’

Then the blue of my eyes turned around the shinny star, sun/The sight was great ,time of exposure was set ,I focussed and .... I was able to see the light . ‘You’re a good student .Learn fast .’, ‘Good teacher. Now help me see the bridge .’ ,’ Patience me, patience.’

words in a tales room

The ravens were flying overhead in a strange, frightening dance. “ Bad sign” she said. The old woman knew He was back. She felt even the moment he thought of it . Ravens never lie. They thrive .Even a small step he would decide to take ,and the birds she had put her spell on would have felt it ,even the moment the electrical signals would link to process a possible thought .It was in His blood .He was bounded to those creatures through the small ,unseen paths,that only the old woman’s mind could perceive.They would form a way she would feel it like a well-read clairvoyant .

“Come my children!” ,she said and she stretched her hand with small, uncertain trembles, letting something be seen that it had been kept out of sight long time ago :part of her uncovered skin .Her fingers pointed with long ,bended nails to her birds she laid all her thoughts to .Suddenly a pack of three ravens flew straight towards a point on her wrinkled hand .She received them with those black eyes on white ivory background ,sparkling of knowledge ,cunning and a lost dizzy thread of love ,maybe her only way of showing her sweet ,warm caress she had for them .Then something amazing started to happen ,her straight unseen lines which showed her focussed attention ,crossed the three birds’ point of attraction :her thoughts state .A strong communication took shape ,but in another ,out of sight ,maybe still unwritten ,place ,beyond reason ,built only by feelings ,sensations ,perceptions.

She entered a new phase of her lost spirit .She found herself again .That “herself” was not the old lady ,it was Ahmen .They had been separated too long ,her pain grew ... .Higher Ahmen went ,downer the birds’ keeper collapsed .Her mindfield was much more than a desert .It had corners where He would hide ,waiting for her to come ,and so the battle should once again begin .Shadows would start to move across that long community of undefined .corners would turn into round shaped boxes ,trapped there ,with her shadows ,her ravens ,maybe Ahmen too.

Thrives made her hand move easily .Maybe Ahmen was lost .He fed himself with all her strength .The old woman knew that now for sure ,ravens told her .Her ears began to sharp their senses .She heard Ahmen’s laments ,far from reason .A path was built .She felt it .But her powers couldn’t help her do this journey all alone .The old woman decided to join herself .Her hood with dark shapes ,the grey wooden sticks she carried in her bagful among the round link which kept with its total conviction the nine keys she needed ,all these couldn’t protect her anymore .He would grab Ahmen ,like He did before with long lost souls .

Ravens started to tremble more and more .In a circling dance ,far from a dance of joy ,more one of spirits’ calling ,the little creatures started to fade away .They fed with her fears ,they bathed ,drunk by her loneliness ,in her feebleness .

She left leaving behind only a dark cloak .The blackness kept inside spread away with long mourns, melted in just one piece of that thread of love.

She will return... one old woman in a black cloak .

Bootleggers

and the tiny string appeared..with that cozy ray that shined far far away in the darkness i have seeded..launched in a journey of fears with hope,thrilled with joy....happiness might have come..Sic was tired of his own darkness,should he need mine?