The ballad of a brave small soldier
2012-02-12 @ 23:29:54
Part one (prologue)
Out of the fast moving, black clouds large drops dropped just like ripe violet plums fall in autumn.
It was going to storm.
Holding hands we returned to the tent
The tent was seeded on a meadow. I have not damaged to dig a ditch around it. When we whole wetly arrived, the water was penetrating inside the tent. Terrible roar closed the space between us.
This space was limited by our breath only. Sometimes the breath didn’t share as even...
I spotted a fear in her eyes. I’ve never seen the fear. She had not been afraid before...
It wasn’t usual fear. She was terrified!
Didn’t she trust me? God... How much I could give, that her fear be just the fear of the storm only...
The morning sun moved me outside. There are birds bathed in its first rays on the treetops.
They sang nice song and didn’t worry of me.
I had the rod cast, than I sat comfortably and hid my face in hands.
I didn’t want thinking about her, but the things crowded in my head.
What was happened? Why she was terrified? Damn! I lost my mind for her? What with my plans? My future, freedom...?
In the very next moment all plains flew out into the unknown space away... They melt like "lemon drops" – high above the chimney tops...(I was trying to comfort). But in “Over the rainbow” the troubles melt but I the troubles added myself...
I didn’t think about fishing. I couldn’t... I was still quietly repeating the inquire: why?
Why the life goes on so fast? Why I haven’t time to think? Why I can’t think about nothing more than her? Why I’ve met her at last?
Maybe the answer was hiding somewhere in the wild river? I looked at brown water. After the storm there swam the pieces of tree and rubbish on the surface. They jumped on the small waves and slowly sank. They disappeared somewhere in the depth. I dreamed that my questions will be sinking with them.
I was watching my hands for quiet long time and lines of my palms. The answer has written there? The wise man said: everything is writing in every line in your palms…
Perhaps…perhaps…
Love of my life… Where are you? Where is the line you’ve hidden?
Dust in the wind! Vanity of vanities!
The life must go on… Go? It runs! Like a train, but I don’t know which direct I have to choose.
Ok, I have to make decision. I must to make decision. It will be the most difficult decision in my life I’ve ever made.
Slowly I was taking the back way to the tent.
She was standing and looking at me when I arrived. In her eyes reflected the “Tree of Knowledge” fully of good fruit.
I throw the rod on the grass and closed her in my arms. I felt her tears on my cheek.
Corner of my eye there I spotted a wild rose in the Vistula bushes. I remembered a ballad about a the Little Prince... You must be responsible for your rose...
Her tears was whispering directly into my mind, into my soul: be responsible, no another way!
I’ve still heard that whisper and never forget its.
The tears have always something magic. They are exponent the happiness and cry for help too. Her tears were one and the other. I didn’t know which one more…
She was the answer! She was my future, my fear, my love, my whole world!
Black clouds covered dark-blue sky. The sun went down. It’s going to night.
Drops of the rain was banging the tent all the night. Here was homely inside. I was watching her silent breathing. The breath was becoming slower and dipper. I kissed her salty cheek as fondly as it was only possible. It made opening her eyes for the moment. Gentle smile froze on her face. I couldn’t sleep.
[be continued... please comment my mistakes :-)]
Out of the fast moving, black clouds large drops dropped just like ripe violet plums fall in autumn.
It was going to storm.
Holding hands we returned to the tent
The tent was seeded on a meadow. I have not damaged to dig a ditch around it. When we whole wetly arrived, the water was penetrating inside the tent. Terrible roar closed the space between us.
This space was limited by our breath only. Sometimes the breath didn’t share as even...
I spotted a fear in her eyes. I’ve never seen the fear. She had not been afraid before...
It wasn’t usual fear. She was terrified!
Didn’t she trust me? God... How much I could give, that her fear be just the fear of the storm only...
The morning sun moved me outside. There are birds bathed in its first rays on the treetops.
They sang nice song and didn’t worry of me.
I had the rod cast, than I sat comfortably and hid my face in hands.
I didn’t want thinking about her, but the things crowded in my head.
What was happened? Why she was terrified? Damn! I lost my mind for her? What with my plans? My future, freedom...?
In the very next moment all plains flew out into the unknown space away... They melt like "lemon drops" – high above the chimney tops...(I was trying to comfort). But in “Over the rainbow” the troubles melt but I the troubles added myself...
I didn’t think about fishing. I couldn’t... I was still quietly repeating the inquire: why?
Why the life goes on so fast? Why I haven’t time to think? Why I can’t think about nothing more than her? Why I’ve met her at last?
Maybe the answer was hiding somewhere in the wild river? I looked at brown water. After the storm there swam the pieces of tree and rubbish on the surface. They jumped on the small waves and slowly sank. They disappeared somewhere in the depth. I dreamed that my questions will be sinking with them.
I was watching my hands for quiet long time and lines of my palms. The answer has written there? The wise man said: everything is writing in every line in your palms…
Perhaps…perhaps…
Love of my life… Where are you? Where is the line you’ve hidden?
Dust in the wind! Vanity of vanities!
The life must go on… Go? It runs! Like a train, but I don’t know which direct I have to choose.
Ok, I have to make decision. I must to make decision. It will be the most difficult decision in my life I’ve ever made.
Slowly I was taking the back way to the tent.
She was standing and looking at me when I arrived. In her eyes reflected the “Tree of Knowledge” fully of good fruit.
I throw the rod on the grass and closed her in my arms. I felt her tears on my cheek.
Corner of my eye there I spotted a wild rose in the Vistula bushes. I remembered a ballad about a the Little Prince... You must be responsible for your rose...
Her tears was whispering directly into my mind, into my soul: be responsible, no another way!
I’ve still heard that whisper and never forget its.
The tears have always something magic. They are exponent the happiness and cry for help too. Her tears were one and the other. I didn’t know which one more…
She was the answer! She was my future, my fear, my love, my whole world!
Black clouds covered dark-blue sky. The sun went down. It’s going to night.
Drops of the rain was banging the tent all the night. Here was homely inside. I was watching her silent breathing. The breath was becoming slower and dipper. I kissed her salty cheek as fondly as it was only possible. It made opening her eyes for the moment. Gentle smile froze on her face. I couldn’t sleep.
[be continued... please comment my mistakes :-)]