Lily's breathing seemed to be to win the game of silence. The intervals between breaths were so rare that only 'time when we get bored' could have looked more lungo.Gli Lily's eyes were drying out and had lost the light. Her pupils were a shattered mirror. Like dreams. The prolonged absence of the stories had given all'Alibro the weight of lead and lead two wings no longer fly anyone or anything. But those who still had two functioning wings that came out took the tunnel under the sky at a speed of asphalt that runs a shiver down my spine. Who was called the bat? Who, in total silence that seemed, had made me feel? Not the spiders, who had their work cut. Lily gave a reminder of ultrasounds done. A song that seemed to slow a hymn to life. The song of those who try to survive the silence can only be ultrasonic.
The bat knew that his only task at that time was to get Lily to tell her a story. And this was precisely what he did.
There was a volcano that was silent for centuries. His sleep seemed to have the time of eternity. But nothing is forever, even the stones, which seem to turn to dust sooner or later. The volcano was an old man who had fallen asleep with his mouth open and when he woke from his sleep lo fece tossendo, con la gola secca, sputando piccoli grumi incandescenti che prepararono la strada al fiume di lava. Come per chi ha trattenuto e omesso troppe volte qualcosa che era invece da dire, il fiume uscì urlante e inaspettato dalla sua bocca, travolgendo e zittendo tutto quello che gli stava intorno. Come un vecchio che fa andare avanti il mondo come gli pare finché, un giorno, non riesce più a tacere e con la sua saggezza sparge il silenzio sul rumore disordinato che lo circonda, paralizzando tutto perché possa ricominciare da zero, pensando bene ai passi e al terreno da calpestare come fanno i bambini quando imparano a camminare da soli. Perché il vulcano era vecchio and even more than he was old planet.
That now looked like a volcano god punishing or his servant. His hand was not able to fall so far from the village tap. The lava carved a rock garden where there was vegetation, barren land on the moon a carpet. Some animals are grabbing the role of fossils for posterity. The villagers learned under, at least for the days of the eruption, which must be awe and respect to nature. And if after it is forgotten, however, would have been able to remember. That is not quite as 'not knowing'. And the town was aware of his position, which was not as 'central'. It was left under the slope of a volcano.
When the bat was gone, Lily was breathing less often.
Why Lily find the rhythm of life ... perhaps serve your stories?
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