Hello everyone,
Today I'm sharing with you another piece of my young writings.
I'm very fascinated by what my mind and heart could imagine, create then.
In those moments the night was colder than my essence. If it had been liquid, I would have let it drain, wander in the four lands. Barely seeing my goosebumps-like hands, I physically felt the fangs of the cold. Not extremely long, not at all thick, but shiny and ruthlessly efficient. I was getting more and more empty, I was fading inside with the candles in me, extinguished one by one by the cold of the night. That frost was slowly deserting me, so that it made me walk like the last wanderer in my own world, even to leave it ... I was cold, so cold ...!
The oppressive silence, almost solemn, silently infiltrated my little cosmos, bringing with it the immensity of the universe. My voice, which sang a quatrain, tried to dispel the millennial spell of the night. I competed with it while singing fearfully what defined us: infinite and ephemeral, darkness and light, passive and active. The mark of my individuality, which resounds everywhere, revolted fiercely to start the day, which did not bother to come. Decided, pact between them.
As my voice resonated with my divine spark, the lyrics of my poetry took a serious, deep tone, specific to Scandinavian music. The words woven around me such a fine, almost imperceptible canvas. Their power, their weight cut my way through the long and cold black night. My enchantment seemed accepted by the night that slowly seemed to leave the thought of subtly melting my core of light. Since it already knew I would have many dawns to conquer from now on, it spared me. I was safe for now.
I looked up, immediately drawn to a street light in my line of sight. That orange-yellow light behind the glass woke up something in me, because my cheeks were burning. It was as if the heat was tickling under my skin again, especially on my fingertips. Good sign, I was returning to familiar lands. However, we sighed for a long time. Being so hungry, I devoured the light of other street lights. The best remedy after a forced cure of darkness, accompanied, why not by polar breezes.
I turned my head to my shadow which seemed as light as mine. We both received a good, effective lesson. "Looking for the coldness inside me ... the circumstances sent me back to the heat, in fact to the light. Maybe if it wasn’t this night...Paradoxes won't bother to be the most inspired answers..Even the night to reveal this to me, to let the darkness come to light me. Quite astonishing!''
My eyes stopped for a few seconds on a street light, analyzing it from head to toe, then they ran to another, as if it was something unseen. I instinctively raised my eyes to the sky, from where my answer really fell. After I finished to admire the cold glitters above my head, back in the terrestrial dimension, I began to draw invisible, bright stripes between certain street lights. I imagined, in fact, I was giving birth to earthly constellations, younger, yet ephemeral. As I looked up and down at my creations, comparing, I thanked the night for it. The night looked at me silently, simply existing.
There are my photos.
Hope you may enjoy it!
Thank you for time in order to read my writing! Being grateful for it!
