The damsel of the seas

 The raw blue sea of ​​the origins
I threw myself
I left the raft of conveniences
and held my lady to my lap
the water was tender and conducive to the advancement of the situation
offshore slack with no land on the horizon
immense with fine regular and shivering undulations
where transparent
I could make out pebbles from the bottom
I swam aimlessly aimlessly
infinite time .

Appeared ribs
I approached
the landscape was barren
everything was white with ashes after the cataclysm
shredded trees
no leaves no greenery
I walked along the coast
a creek I docked
a house on the edge of a pile of fossilized plants
remnant of a forest of yesteryear
gigantic cemetery raising its stumps towards a brazen sky
a house with scaffolding all around
human beings must have taken possession of the place after the terrible ordeal
I was dropping off gente damsel
and followed her home
a two-storey stone building
outside the door as we were about to knock
opened like a gust of wind
a breath that sucked us in
a spring surrounded us
a little woman dressed all in black
with a soft cloth, the head covered
bare feet in thick leather sandals
bespectacled and wrinkled face appeared
to drag us briskly into a dark interior
the two women seemed to know each other
I was only entitled to a furtive glance
As if I did not exist
but was I really visible ?
through this crossing that I carried out without effort
driven by a task
was i not a spirit ?
committed there before me simple witness
a lively conversation
full of joy of variations in the voice
two bouquets of multicolored flowers chirping cheerful birds intertwined
in the play of hands and luminous eyes
a graceful song made of joy
whose language I did not understand
I was not one of them
I was the ferryman who allowed them to meet
so i disappeared
strength of the work carried out .

Since then
the murmur is no longer the simple melodious accord of the elements of life encountered
he is thick bower in life returned and children laugh
on the ascent of the stony path
that runs along the now familiar house .


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