A little story
To Christine, whose roar of might You always hear like from afar… ¡Oh yes! It was the end of spring. A little swaying worm had found its way to a rocky cliff. So hard and slowly, like in pain, it had just found the right spot. It had been just too hard to climb, as hard, as almost everything in its short swaying life had been… and even worst… there was no reason for it, no rational explanation, no meaning, no purpose, just hard crawling life. However harsh it was, the perfect edge was found. Very very slowly, no reason why, it began to spit out that silky sticky whitish thread they have and slowly, it began to weave, and weave like in a dream, no reason why, a light cocoon, an egg like one in which to rest: no reason why, that had to be. Once there warm, cozy, lonely, it felt protected, perhaps for the first time in its swaying crawling wormy life, no reason why, just so it was. It had to sleep, no reason why, you just relax… ¡Suddenly!, a hint of hope came passing by: Perhaps the sleep would change it all by waking up, just waking up, no reason why, no reason why… you just relax. And then a dream came from afar, a distant call: You will soon know the reasons why! You’ll find a strength that’s tiger like! You’ll find it hidden in a sigh! It is just so, ‐the voice would say‐ and you will feel that you should stay to find the voices that you hide: your tiger strength that’s in a sigh. It was the end, the end of spring and whirling winds just shake the nest; a strong swing starts and it awakes the little worm during his rest, his feeling is of other being he has become in deepest dream; again it finds no reason why… No reason why, you just relax.
The cozy nest so pressing grows it’s all around and closing on the swinging sway increases force a crack is heard and then the fall!! The back is hurt no reason why, And there, beyond, the voice, the dream, ...
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