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.’