Saint Spirit

by Quelli di ZEd

inexorably dragged them toward the origin of an atavistic seed that surprised their molecules to immediately recognize, as if they belonged to an only entity. The pallor of his/her face, milky as the moon, it was as a reminiscence of an ancient epoch, buried from million of years in the conscience of the Spirit of Saint. In the sinuosities of that body the spherical harmony of the planets that you/they had moulded with their rotation and their orbits that idyllic female microcosm resounded. From the imperturbable yet deeply thoughtful look of the young nymph, Saint he realized ch'ella it suffered his/her same spiritual upsetting. There was no time, neither wind that blew in that magic atmosphere, neither air that shifted their spellbound breasts, riempiendo the bellows with at least a sigh. Impossible! They were already full of the phrana that surrounded theirs golden. The duration of that fantastic vigil was incommensurable, but when Dafne arrived to break the crystal of that attenuate world, the two experimenters labored to take back conscience of their bodies.

  "Saint, that happens? And who would she be?"

  The "her" in matter, overcome the trauma of the reentry of his/her conscience in his/her Self, it disappeared behind the bush where you/he/she had left his/her own dresses. Saint slowly turned toward Dafne whispering:

  "I don't have the palest idea of it, you/he/she has emerged from the water without noise and you/he/she has remained petrified to fix me."

  The man found incredibly stupid the words that went out him of mouth. A cultured husband seemed in flagrancy of betrayal from the shrew wife. In that breaker it seemed him a so ridiculous thing in front of the vicissitudes that had passed and to those that would have had still to live. Of other song also Dafne was clearly ashamed of the sour tone with which turned to Saint. Ch'egli was more obvious, arousing himself/herself/itself as soon as just before her from their pallet of stone, you/he/she was suddenly found in front of that foreigner that wandered without dresses. They spent few minutes and they realized that the girl if the era dates to legs for the shame or for the fear. You/they could ascertain ch'ella you/he/she had not gotten used to wander about naked considering that its outline appeared dressed hopping on an a little distant hill. While the eyes of Saint, bewitched by the unusual magnetism sprung by the eterico body with which that fair young girl was accompanied, they were still fixed on the horizon, its mouth opened for turning to the fairy that devotedly stayed him of side.

  "It certainly is not alone, too far you/he/she must be not us an inhabited centers or something similar. The only thing that we are able and we must do is to go there. This senseless limbo and without possibility to direct you/he/she must be been crosses until so much that we are shiny, otherwise, of this footstep, of our conscience they won't remain but crumbs."

  They set out following the direction toward which the girl was run away. Their mutual existences had become by now the only axioms on which you/he/she could found the coherence of their actions. If one of them was found only to face the mishaps of that trip, its intellectual abilities would be shattered soon against the rock-clifves of the absurdity in that sea of remote paradoxes that everybody contemporarily came true together. Dafne, with quick footstep, it advanced beside side to his/her certainty, to his/her irreplaceable love. Saint represented all of this that of extreme the eyes of a woman can see in his/her own rider. Of however also him, also aesthetically maintaining his/her usual attitude of proud independence, from when she had appeared in his/her life, you/he/she had always found the necessary strength to also continue his/her insane style of life thanks to the certainty to have the braccias of his/her consort to tighten the head among his breasts, during the night, to give back to him him craved fainting of the little boy, that reloaded him/it more than the early-morning sun. But now a lower case letter light bulb had ignited after all to its Spirit, an atavistic bond was lowly reawakened to whisper him the heat of new braccia and breasts first unknown, where you/he/she would perhaps have been able to find again one forgotten part of itself.

  They walked together through that wild landscape from the so vivacious colors that, to lines, you/they would also have been able to hurt a little accustomed eyes to the amenity of a luxuriant nature. And meanwhile the mind of Saint he/she thought. They returned him to the mind his/her mistakes passed of resourceful youth, of when the occultism was only a slender shade in its life which didn't pay too attention. It was more assembled to seek intense emotions in the most varied female bodies. You devoted to the loving relationships with extreme tenacity, it devoured how much more bodies could attract him/it. It looked for in those women, in that feverish orgasms, in that exchanges of humors, pieces of itself forgotten and abandoned, colors of his/her soul suffocated by the vulgar nihilism toward which its ill-omened intellect had brought him. Well soon, however, him made account that was only his/her destructive inclination to look for pieces of his Itself spiritual specchiati in those souls of woman, to definitely want them to drown in that female nighttime lakes where the moon had only two dimensions, while the bystander belonged to the forgetfulness, where he drowned his/her Spirit sinking in the abysses of the nothing.

  The eros as annihilation of itself. After the mystery, the tenderness, the fatal attraction and the lack of restraint of the most animal orgasms, there is the worn-out consumed silence of the loneliness, where two extended bodies that are loved too much, sadly they cross the extreme border of the senses reaching a hate by now exhausted and without more energy. It is the moment in which the masculine being would want to escape, while the female being grabs on to his breast with voracity, unconsciously looking for with the tenderness to recover some that that you/he/she has lost among the braccias of that man.

  This time was different, it didn't warn once that possessive masculine attraction of towards that new female figure appeared him in the pond. It seemed him to have perceived in her a secret key of reading for that mad labyrinth where you/he/she was losing the contacts with his/her Spirit. The legs meanwhile you/they had crossed kilometers of wood, alternated from as many verdant clearings, up to that fatatos place: an orderly wood of enormous redwoods all in line, to the same distance the one from the other. All the trees were connected from bridges made of wood and ropes and, looking well among the green leafy branches, you/they could be perceived on every tree of the hidden cottages. It was Dafne the first one to notice that original inhabited center.

  "I believe that our search is concluded. Seem the city of the gnomes!"

  XVII

  Saint returned with the feet for earth and made sign to Dafne to hide behind a bush. You/he/she would have been more prudent to study to proper distance the uses and the native customs of the place, before presenting. Soon they perceived the first human figures get busy in their quotidianità. None of them was armed or it had soldierly attitudes; the two lovers, observing better the complex of tree-houses, they reached the conclusion that the residences built aloft could be a defense against fierce animals, considering that in the void zone you/he/she was surrounded, or it presaged some hostilities towards other living beings. They decided, finally, to compromise himself/herself/themselves introducing himself/herself/itself to that people.

  One of side to the other, holding himself/herself/itself for hand, they came down from the hill where you/they were waited for penetrating in the vast level zone that entertained the orderly inhabited wood. In primis they came upon him in some busy women to gather bundles of firewood. The first impulse of those women was of fear, but well soon on their faces a bonaria expression of curiosity painted him. Saint and Dafne were stopped to some meter distant from the three women not to frighten her. The two groups were reciprocally observed for some minutes. The women wore tights and green jackets, identical to those some young girl escorts in the pond. Their age oscillated around the fifty years, but they had firm and muscular legs from trentenni. Only the excessive prosperity of their breasts apparently made their less athletic bodies than in reality they were. Dafne smiled them and he introduced.

  "Good morning, I am Dafne, he is my co
mpanion Saint, we are you are shipwrecked."

  The women attended some instant, then the most audacious of the three did him before and he/she answered to the regard.

  "Hi, I am Doria, she is Lucilla and her it is Crizia. I suppose is wandering looking for a help, of a shelter to be able to refresh you."

  Dafne smiled at the kind woman that so in a friendly way it welcomed them.

  "Alas, yes. We would need this and also of someone that gives us an orientation on where we are ended."

  To that point Lucilla, the tallest of the three, inserted him in the dialogue with solar and mighty voice.

  "If ask I help us, that will be given you! You save the breath and you come with me. I will stuff you of stuff to my house. Turn voice that I am the most experienced cook of Boscocittà and have the test of it here before, look! Son that that has the biggest panza."

  Then turning to his/her friend:

  "Crizia, you meanwhile it goes to call Prometeo and hands him/it to my house."

  Dafne, in front of as much genuine goodness, it loosened him almost bursting to cry.

  "Thanks of heart, I hoped really to find kind people after the