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 .