Enlightenment (brief of a long story)

Waiting in her room that day, she thought about the hurricane. She thought about twists and whispers, among other things, in silence. She was standing so fearless and patient that if someone had observed her from heaven, she would have been considered petrified. But the difference was that the stones were going to be blown away by the wind, and her sighs were too heavy for that destiny.

In a short but deep contemplation of her path, she thought about La’s and Do’s, and the peculiar way they claim while they wheel, but at rhythm of other’s desire. How frustrating might have been for them to be called by different names and be treated as adversaries, when they constantly shared the scenario by touching each other, blended.

That concept reminded her of the first notes she played in her room, a long time ago, in a moment of disengagement between past, present and future. She thought about music, and how she firmly admired it as the most Daedalian language existing.

At the same time, she thought about words, and how they seemed to be absent of transcendence in certain scenes. Scenes like the passionated ones she had experienced in that wide and cold flat, where no words needed to be said; the ideas were already shared through their gazes and expressed by their chords. Music, instead, was never misspend… It was played endlessly in her head to hold on the meaningful moments she brought to life.

Finally, in her last seconds of enlightenment, she thought about the ironic fact that she was going to be taken away by hurricane’s twists and whispers, just as words and stones, while her melody was going to everlast in everyone’s memory.

23/01/2019 (first work in english, to be completed).