It was a hot summer night. I was laying on the grass
facing the infinite sky, full of millions of shining stars.
The earth was still warm from daylight Sun, the bed of
herbs and leaves was soft and fluffy, the only sounds were my own breathing,
the whisper of the wind on the trees and the hoot of a distant owl.
From time to time a falling star lights up in the
celestial dome. Small signs of movement in an Universe that seems static.
Slowly my eyes began to close and I ceased to see the
Polar Star, The Milky Way, and all the remaining millions of small dots that
garnish the whole sky.
Suddenly a flying
mortar appeared and stopped right in from of me. A hand appeared over the edge
wielding a pestle and I heard a voice saying:
- I came to take you.
- Where are you taking me?
- To your beloved one.
The simple mention of her
removes all the fear from my thoughts. I entered the mortar
and we flew
across the universe
to a distant planet.
It was day, the sky was pink and instead of clouds
there were huge flowers hanging from the top. Daylight was so intense I closed
my eyes for a moment.
I felt a hand
settled on my own hand.
- Baba Yaga, is that you? I asked.
The only answer was a greater grip on my hand.
I opened my eyes and…
She
was there by my side, holding my hand and smiling at me.
(fotos tiradas hoje em Mem Martins e Algueirão)
