The silence of the night was ripped apart mercilessly by an acute complaint. In the depths of the forest, the darkness was absolute.
The sky was just a dark spot, lined with branches reaching like claws ready to grab any unsuspecting prey.
An evil wind lifted the fallen leaves in unexpected swirls and then run away rattled through the trees withered by the cold winter.
Suddenly, a howl.
could not be mistaken.
It was the vibrant voice of a wolf.
A howl. Still a
.
again, but closer.
Closer ...
Lily lying on the lawn, was motionless, inert.
In the rustle of the wind fierce, struggle hard to distinguish the predator lurking stealthily.
listened and trembled.
unarmed.
The wolf was there. White hair and eyes glowing. And great teeth.
Lily, terrified, was unable to move. Almost
was no longer able even to breathe.
saw the eyes of embers of the wolf in his mirror.
sighed weakly and prayed that everything would end soon ...
Ah, if the Alibre
flutter again ... If only you had given me a life ... a story
The wolf approached its toothed jaws to face Lily.
And, without hesitation or regrets, licked his cheek.
Then he lay waiting for her to re-open your eyes ...
Lily, surprised to be still alive, not knowing how to behave, pretended to be dead anyway.
The wolf waited patiently.
Lily opened just one eye.
The wolf smiled.
Basically it was just an old white wolf.
who loved telling stories. For
not feel too lonely.
A voice that Lily had never felt so close, the Wolf. Lily including the words in the sound of howling and what others would do the creepy warmed, however, the heart. But before listening to the wolf looked at him and said nothing, about to begin, to prevent them from losing even a word of his story. He observed that the whiskers were light silk in the moonlight, now that Lily knew what was the silk could make comparisons. And the white hair that framed her face as if nothing else imaginable could be equally worthy. Lily would never say that it was old. But that was just as she, yes, that could understand the immediacy. Because the wolf had not eaten, just as she expected him to do. Because there is only one thing stronger than hunger, and the need the company of 'qualcunoqualsiasi' when loneliness is more serious than the body weight. And there's no meal that they can refresh a desolate heart. Fatigue and boredom or talk or I'll choke. Maybe that's why the wolf would tell stories? Surely this Lily began to listen. To feed the wolf of his attention.
C'era una steppa imbellita dal gelo. Perché nel gelo brillava della luce dei cristalli. Mai nessuno si era avventurato con passi scricchiolanti a disturbare il suo manto. Su di lei correvano soltanto il cielo e le stagioni. Correvano sembrando immobili. Correvano perché il cielo e le stagioni corrono ovunque, trainati dal tempo che nessuno può domare. Neppure i lupi passavano attraverso quella steppa. Perché i lupi ne avevano il rispetto che si deve ai luoghi sacri. E anche i lupi, come tutte le altre specie che non vi si erano mai avventurate, ne avevano un po' timore.
Quella steppa si diceva fosse la dimora dell'Inverno e del sonno della Natura. Per questo neppure un lupo aveva mai avuto l'ardire di ululare nelle sue vicinanze. Perché non si può forzare la Natura al risveglio quando la Natura decide che è il momento di riposare. E soltanto il vento, il vento operaio del tempo, occupato a spingere il cielo e a consumare tutte le cose, avrebbe potuto raccontare cosa c'era oltre la steppa. E forse se anche noi
potremmo provare a indovinarlo è perché respirando ci nutriamo della sua aria. Forse, così, qualcosa del vento resta in noi, come un seme della sua conoscenza delle cose .
Perché sappiamo che accanto alla dimora dell'Inverno sorge il giardino della Primavera, dove tutto quello che dormiva si risveglia. Un ritorno alla vita, attraverso il sonno. Una morte apparente che ristora la forza di ogni nature. And each has a natural cycle, a magic circle to go. And the wolves would never have walked on the circle, which matured in the summer to blow up, and scattering the ashes of the leaves are eaten in the fall. Because the wolves had respect for sacred places. It sniffed the presence of the invisible circle, because the wolves breathe the wind.
Lily surprise again felt the heat in his veins. It was the heat of the breath of the wolf to have it saved. Was it the story had told her. It was the certainty that he would return to her, though now he could clearly make out only the tail. As he was going.
And which of you will return by Lily to tell a story?
few hours after sending this post. My pack has a wolf less. The chill has settled on every word that I can not say. To write, either.
Silence. Silence.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ....
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