The lonely grand lady who lived in the forest up the hill finally found an
excuse to call someone. She had spend almost 2 years alone on her farm
with just her cats, cows and radio to keep her company. But now the
earthquake had been she would have to return to communicate with the rest
of the locals. The repair man, a specialist in brick work could not
really deny her request when she called since she was in danger, but he
was reluctant and said it would take some time - maybe a week before he
could pass by. This was not only because he was booked with orders but he
was a bit intimidated by the tales of this mysterious woman, not to
mention the full moon was in Scorpio.
----
The woman felt so desperate and helpless not being able to repair her own
house alone. She began to think about her husband who had passed away. As
she stared into the small fire burning in the lounge, tears rolled down
her face, she wished to God he would return to life. She never thought she
would end like this, so helpless and destitute. Her children left for the
metropolis and never visiting. What did I do so horrible to deserve this
miserable situation she mused?
----------
That night he had a dream about the woman and a crow. While he having
breakfast with his new wife he remembered fragments of it and told her
about it. She said that it to be some kind of omen and he should follow up
the call. With the wishes of his wife, he decided to pay the older woman a
visit inorder to assess exactly what work needs to be done. Driving up the
hill his mind began to drift off into flights of fantasy, maybe in some
karmic way this would lead to some kind of return, a prolongation of his
life, an augmentation of his reward for his good qualities and deeds, who
knows!
On arrival he notice how the old Victorian house was very old and run
down, a draughty monster indeed, he mused, I am surprised this place has
not been condemned. Approaching the door, he smelt strange but inviting
aromas as he knocked.
=---
She heard a knock at the door. 'How unexpected', she thought as she opened
it to the repair man. She saw a rush of shock stream across the man's face
as she caught the first glimpse of him.
-----
She was a very beautiful lady with black hair that glistened with green
shimmers in the light like the wings of a crow. Her eyes were as blue as a
turquoise sea. She was the daughter of one of the biggest Mafia Syndicates
in Italy. She had a career as a cabaret dancer until she met her husband a
professor of ancient history in Monaco. The next day she left to life with
him fleeing her former life that was full of social injustice, pathetic
materialistic priorities and corruption. Her family denounced her for
choosing such a partner, who would not help their social status on the
ladder of new money society, but she had never looked back. Cultural
capital was far more satisfying and stable.
---------------
She greeted the builder and asked him to look around the mess and make an
estimate of what kind of damage there was.
She continued to meditate in her room full of Colombian Shamanic rugs and
was interrupted when he returned and stood in the door way. She sat there
motionless and just when he was about to leave thinking this woman might
be catatonic
She invited him for a glass of wine. They sat there in-front of her fire.
She noticed him struggling with assessing the building. It was as if he
were a schoolboy so perfectly beautiful and sweet-voiced and she the
teacher, in accordance with human nature, conceived such an affection
towards him.
She spoke reflecting on the unexpected earthquake, 'Life is in the keeping
of a single breath and the world is an existence between two
annihilations'.
----
They sat together in silence, by the warmth and after a while the began
reflecting upon the horror that had effected their small town. Together
they intoxicated themselves with the wine over these sentiments and
stories of the town. Nearing the end of the bottle holding the remnants in
the cup in his hand, he watched the last turn of the wine circulating
around in the cup this rhythm made such an impression upon him it was as
if he was hypnotised, the wine spilled and the goblet broke. There he
plunged into a sleep of drunkenness, unaware of the present realm of
existence.
--
She watched him sleeping by the fire and wondered about his gold-ring on
his left hand. 'He must be happily married and his wife will be waiting at
home with dinner I can imagine' she thought.
But she didn't wake him since he looked so peaceful. As she stared at
this unusual scene, she began to reflect upon her past loneliness. On the
time which had elapsed, she began repenting of the life she had squandered
in the stony mansion of her heart with adamantine tears. She began to
think of strange sequences which seemed to her patterns of logic ;
'a disciple without intention is a lover without money; a traveller
without knowledge is a bird without wings; a scholar without practice is a
tree without fruit, and a devotee without science is a house without a
door. Death can take his body but not my husbands heart. When his spirit
left the world mine also went with him. Since then I've been mouthing
platitudes, the language of the dead. In this life I am just desperate
and despairing'.
At that very moment the wind blew through the holes in the bricks created
by the earthquake's destruction. It was as if a strong current of faith
washed over her. She will meet her husband again, not now but in the next
life. With the builder still passed out from the wine. She picked up one
of the broken shards from the cup and in the most elegant manner cut
open her wrists and began to walk outside.
As if in a trance she followed the direction of the moon light, the blood
was flowing thick out from her veins. Her cow began to moo, the cat was
crying loud but did not interrupt her possession by the light. Then she
collapsed at the base of a very old tree, the trunk must have been about 5
meters wide here in one of the crevasses she was cradled by this wise old
growth tree where she elegantly met her death.
excuse to call someone. She had spend almost 2 years alone on her farm
with just her cats, cows and radio to keep her company. But now the
earthquake had been she would have to return to communicate with the rest
of the locals. The repair man, a specialist in brick work could not
really deny her request when she called since she was in danger, but he
was reluctant and said it would take some time - maybe a week before he
could pass by. This was not only because he was booked with orders but he
was a bit intimidated by the tales of this mysterious woman, not to
mention the full moon was in Scorpio.
----
The woman felt so desperate and helpless not being able to repair her own
house alone. She began to think about her husband who had passed away. As
she stared into the small fire burning in the lounge, tears rolled down
her face, she wished to God he would return to life. She never thought she
would end like this, so helpless and destitute. Her children left for the
metropolis and never visiting. What did I do so horrible to deserve this
miserable situation she mused?
----------
That night he had a dream about the woman and a crow. While he having
breakfast with his new wife he remembered fragments of it and told her
about it. She said that it to be some kind of omen and he should follow up
the call. With the wishes of his wife, he decided to pay the older woman a
visit inorder to assess exactly what work needs to be done. Driving up the
hill his mind began to drift off into flights of fantasy, maybe in some
karmic way this would lead to some kind of return, a prolongation of his
life, an augmentation of his reward for his good qualities and deeds, who
knows!
On arrival he notice how the old Victorian house was very old and run
down, a draughty monster indeed, he mused, I am surprised this place has
not been condemned. Approaching the door, he smelt strange but inviting
aromas as he knocked.
=---
She heard a knock at the door. 'How unexpected', she thought as she opened
it to the repair man. She saw a rush of shock stream across the man's face
as she caught the first glimpse of him.
-----
She was a very beautiful lady with black hair that glistened with green
shimmers in the light like the wings of a crow. Her eyes were as blue as a
turquoise sea. She was the daughter of one of the biggest Mafia Syndicates
in Italy. She had a career as a cabaret dancer until she met her husband a
professor of ancient history in Monaco. The next day she left to life with
him fleeing her former life that was full of social injustice, pathetic
materialistic priorities and corruption. Her family denounced her for
choosing such a partner, who would not help their social status on the
ladder of new money society, but she had never looked back. Cultural
capital was far more satisfying and stable.
---------------
She greeted the builder and asked him to look around the mess and make an
estimate of what kind of damage there was.
She continued to meditate in her room full of Colombian Shamanic rugs and
was interrupted when he returned and stood in the door way. She sat there
motionless and just when he was about to leave thinking this woman might
be catatonic
She invited him for a glass of wine. They sat there in-front of her fire.
She noticed him struggling with assessing the building. It was as if he
were a schoolboy so perfectly beautiful and sweet-voiced and she the
teacher, in accordance with human nature, conceived such an affection
towards him.
She spoke reflecting on the unexpected earthquake, 'Life is in the keeping
of a single breath and the world is an existence between two
annihilations'.
----
They sat together in silence, by the warmth and after a while the began
reflecting upon the horror that had effected their small town. Together
they intoxicated themselves with the wine over these sentiments and
stories of the town. Nearing the end of the bottle holding the remnants in
the cup in his hand, he watched the last turn of the wine circulating
around in the cup this rhythm made such an impression upon him it was as
if he was hypnotised, the wine spilled and the goblet broke. There he
plunged into a sleep of drunkenness, unaware of the present realm of
existence.
--
She watched him sleeping by the fire and wondered about his gold-ring on
his left hand. 'He must be happily married and his wife will be waiting at
home with dinner I can imagine' she thought.
But she didn't wake him since he looked so peaceful. As she stared at
this unusual scene, she began to reflect upon her past loneliness. On the
time which had elapsed, she began repenting of the life she had squandered
in the stony mansion of her heart with adamantine tears. She began to
think of strange sequences which seemed to her patterns of logic ;
'a disciple without intention is a lover without money; a traveller
without knowledge is a bird without wings; a scholar without practice is a
tree without fruit, and a devotee without science is a house without a
door. Death can take his body but not my husbands heart. When his spirit
left the world mine also went with him. Since then I've been mouthing
platitudes, the language of the dead. In this life I am just desperate
and despairing'.
At that very moment the wind blew through the holes in the bricks created
by the earthquake's destruction. It was as if a strong current of faith
washed over her. She will meet her husband again, not now but in the next
life. With the builder still passed out from the wine. She picked up one
of the broken shards from the cup and in the most elegant manner cut
open her wrists and began to walk outside.
As if in a trance she followed the direction of the moon light, the blood
was flowing thick out from her veins. Her cow began to moo, the cat was
crying loud but did not interrupt her possession by the light. Then she
collapsed at the base of a very old tree, the trunk must have been about 5
meters wide here in one of the crevasses she was cradled by this wise old
growth tree where she elegantly met her death.
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