was a mild summer night. A
black mantle studded with stars surrounded the city, but there was no one
to admire its majesty. Everyone was too busy, madly rushing around in a
whirlwind of neon signs.
one noticed a pin point of light in the sky becoming ever brighter, as it
began its journey to Earth.
trail of light it left behind, ended on the other side of town, where in
the darkness, a rundown old house was barely visible.
a clouded windowpane, shone the trembling light of a candle.
there was very little light. It was difficult to see, as the darkness,
crystallized by the cold, filled every corner of the house.
a wooden table, an empty glass sat next to a spent candle, keeping a man
company, as he clasped his face in his fists. He looked a hundred years
old, but was only fifty.
the little light approached the old house, she saw that the door was ajar.
the door was a dried up old vine. It had once been adorned by flowers,
but, now only big thorns grew there.
little light entered the room, filling it completely with her radiance,
and approached the man.
gently touched his face, and then quickly slipped away.
awoke bewildered, yet was certain that a loving caress had stroked his
deep wrinkles. But, the room was empty.
quickly ran out into the darkness, where he was met by the delicate scent
of jasmine. He turned to notice two white feathers tangled among the
he looked to the sky, as if on that night, he alone was capable of
marveling at its beauty. There he saw another pinpoint of light brighter
than the others, and in that moment, felt a little less lonely.
May 2nd, 2002
(English translation by Mariangela