Eva Colombo, Flowers and sea, sixth chapter: The book and Sea Aster flowers
( Inspired by John William Waterhouse’s painting Destiny, 1900 )
I hold the night in my hands as if it were a blue cup, and into this cup the
wine has the color of the sea when the dawn mirrors herself on it. Now it is
sunset and on the salt marsh where I am serving my exile the seawater which
stagnates among the Sea Aster flowers is like someone who finds himself
imprisoned into a labyrinth and awaits the night hoping that the stars would
show him the way towards salvation. Soon the night that I hold in my hands as if
it were a cup will change the Sea Aster flowers into stars and the water will
run through the meanders of the tidal creek towards freedom, towards the sea. On
the land of my exile nobody can listen to me, so I have written these words of
mine into a book. Now that the night is about to fall I sip the wine which has
the color of the sea at dawn and I whisper the very words that I have written.
Tomorrow the pages of my book will be sails of ships which have just broken the
moorings. Driven forward by the wind, my words will reach my land of origin. And
my people will know that I have lived and through my words I am still alive. |