Eva Colombo, Eyes that see in the dark, fourth chapter: Fire and cornflowers (
Inspired by Arnold Bocklin’s painting Vestal )
I can’t talk to you, the fire wants my silence so that its crackling may resound
as an echo which I will never forget. I can’t join you, the fire wants my
loneliness so that it may warm me with that warmth which saves from frostbite. I
can’t quench my thirst by drinking from your glass, the fire wants my thirst so
that it may burn as something which is unquenchable. I can’t hold your hand, my
hands can hold only a bunch of cornflowers which bear the colour of the horizon
after a rainy day. But sooner or later the fire will let me go, when it will be
sure of burning forever in the pitch – black of my eyes. Then I will reach the
horizon full of cornflowers after a rainy day and I will quench my thirst
drinking the rain from cornflowers calyx. |
