I
The town is quiet
The night is dark
and the moon is dim
Imposing walls
hide the fear of villains
behind frugality
of safeness
The cold wind against my flesh
tells me every step of mine
on this street of shaped stones
takes me further into the night
in this hour that seems to be
the darkest one of the day;
a day that has begun
some few hours ago
As I approach the place
I intend to visit
and climb the steep stairway
that leads to it
I cannot help wondering
how deceiving it is to look at this house
that seems quite the same as the others,
but donates its space
to every sort of hidden activities
and desires
…
I came to have mine
And as I move to open the door
I hear a quick, high-pitch whistle
that seems to come from above me,
maybe from an observer in the roof
I push the door open,
and although I intended to do it silently,
The rusty hinges denounce my presence
Now I stand before its eyes
that are the only thing reflecting
the fire in the lampion
that is clearly extinguishing
unlike the look I’m given
whose fire is so vivid
and inviting
and deep
and bottomless
The tiny being
with fire in its eyes
gives me a flask
with a red liquid on it
‘Is this the elixir of happiness
– I ask –
The one that will bring the smile
to my boring face again?’
‘It sure is’ – it answers
I take a sip
and another
but it seems nothing is changed;
I feel no peace at all,
My rigid face muscles don’t move,
and the seconds and minutes that pass,
very slowly,
I still feel like ignoring
It doesn’t say a word
as my knees fold
Now I know the fire I saw
in the lampion
was a reflecting on the glass
of the light coming from its eyes
My own eyes become heavy
the same moment I hear its voice
‘This is the only elixir
I charge nobody for.
You may now find your happiness
where it is possible to be found.
Rest in peace, human.
If you couldn’t find happiness by other means
you understood the ultimate way to finish your quest
The decision to take the elixir was long taken,
and the first drop of it you made it yourself’.
by José Ruy Pimentel de Castro
stunning story,
the lonely walk, the apt conversation, and the realization..
wow.
bless you.
Happy Potluck.
🙂
Jingle said this on May 23, 2011 at 3:48 am |
Very intriguing story I was right there on his journey. Great job!
mindlovemisery said this on May 23, 2011 at 11:58 am |
“The rusty hinges denounce my presence”… I choose this line to comment on for reasons of cleverness by the author. You didn’t say “The rusty hinges “announce” my presence”, but with feeling you use the word “denounce”. Good choice as it implies the lost secrecy you encounter as you open the door.
This is but one of many intricate details which flavor your works with feeling.
Bryan Miller said this on August 19, 2011 at 4:28 pm |