milena carbone
Fallen star
Sim : Meuwenstrand
Song : Second world - HVOB
I was walking in the desert, towards the East, always towards the East. I took the path of the first men, where the others, for ten thousand years, went towards the West until they devoured each other. Against the chaotic flow of the twilight of men, light-hearted, I walked alone and felt calm. I had stopped hoping. I had stopped believing that we were free. I had stopped looking for God's way, I was content to take the path of the Levant, a tiny sun among a hundred billion suns in our galaxy, among one hundred billion galaxies, among a hundred times more dark matter. I was ready to die without aging, to rot before having bloomed.
In the silence of the dunes, a star has unhooked from the flat and smooth sky to fall at my feet. It made a low thud in the white sand, like a sigh. Its color was so bright and warm that it was a word, a call. I leaned over to take it in my hand when, stunned, I clearly heard its voice, coming from the bottom of my heart, saying: “With your hand, you kept the real world outside, I hear you and you hear me through the songs we can not be. I draw a way out of this mess, and it leads into a second world. A second world, a world where you are free”.
Fallen star
Sim : Meuwenstrand
Song : Second world - HVOB
I was walking in the desert, towards the East, always towards the East. I took the path of the first men, where the others, for ten thousand years, went towards the West until they devoured each other. Against the chaotic flow of the twilight of men, light-hearted, I walked alone and felt calm. I had stopped hoping. I had stopped believing that we were free. I had stopped looking for God's way, I was content to take the path of the Levant, a tiny sun among a hundred billion suns in our galaxy, among one hundred billion galaxies, among a hundred times more dark matter. I was ready to die without aging, to rot before having bloomed.
In the silence of the dunes, a star has unhooked from the flat and smooth sky to fall at my feet. It made a low thud in the white sand, like a sigh. Its color was so bright and warm that it was a word, a call. I leaned over to take it in my hand when, stunned, I clearly heard its voice, coming from the bottom of my heart, saying: “With your hand, you kept the real world outside, I hear you and you hear me through the songs we can not be. I draw a way out of this mess, and it leads into a second world. A second world, a world where you are free”.