FROZEN TREES
Once upon a
time there was a lonely tree on an endless plain. The seasons were passing over it, one
after another, making it bloom, turning it green, scattering its leaves and snowing on it.
It knew all flowers of the spring and all rainfalls of the fall, it was a resting place
for the birds too tired of flying over the endless plain… And it also was the priceless
friend of a couple of lovers, the only delicate witness of their love words… maybe
that’s why the winter has never been able to freeze it, no matter how many snows have
fallen down…
But one day He did not come anymore. Only She
was coming, embracing in sadness the now frozen tree, and then leaving, still lonely,
moving away till She was only a black point on the horizon line, on the white infinite of
the snow… and every day the same, only She and the tree, the tree every day more bent
beneath the heavy burden on the ice on its body, and She, every day more transparent with
every tear shattered on the frozen bark…
The ice of the oblivion is covering all of us
the same way… and when love leaves us, the same way we end: in the loneliness of frozen
trees.
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