Sitting within these walls, it's hard to have any references about how, where or when. It could be any nearby or distant time, no matter the day or the hour ... any memory of whoever may wait either. Parched and cracked plasters want to run away from the wall, they do not help to place me in any particular year of my life. Its appearance is identical for my childhood or for my life as adult, can be any moment that will eventually been saved as many others.
Smoothly, he moves along the edge of the iron door, softly and slowly, with such long legs; and I follow his movements with my eyes. The opilion is afraid of me, or rather the opposite, he seems not to care about me at all. Yes ... definitely, no matter if I'm sitting next to him or not. He quickly escapes my view, almost as fast as is being immortalized this stamp. My mind is thick, knowing to stop time and live as if they were eternal seconds, turning into an intimate eternity. There's any premeditation ... what attracts my interest, is this unique living being in the place, the rest no longer has life.
You, beautiful opilion, with shiny grayish suit - "it's you and chants of birds who remind me that I'm still alive, still have my conscience, who keep me awake, where are you going?, don't you see that I love your grayish suit, your costume spider, because spider you're not. "-
I do not mind cobwebs present in each corner, with a lot of suspended dust that helps rays of light dancing everywhere, filtered by threads. Cobwebs do not bother me, neither the strong feeling of tiresome oblivion in this vault, or the land on the floor. We are close in a peaceful stillness.
You, elusive opilion: "Was the chirp, produced by moving the entrance door, which woke you up ?, that's why you're leaving me now?, it still echoes in my mind, a metal tear that seeped into the depths of this silent place.
You, witness of the place, witness of future, you're present right now, dumb ... beholding one after another pass by. I feel like putting my palm for you to go up, to shelter you.
It must be now ... after you'll see me die too, and I could not extend my hand to rock you ... you'll see me pass by in time as all of them did. I'm very little compared to this great coming and going, but I'm the only one present now, conscious, with my eyes open ... besides you.
It was a pleasure to meet you ... Now my mind is more agile, I must go, we'll definitely meet again.
2015 (c) Laura Marco
