/lit/ - Literature

They were of indeterminate age, their faces carved marble like waves on a lake, like a trembling flame wrinkles veinal blood pulsing through their dry and flat. They were dressed in a linen cloth, their beards long and shaggy, white tumultuous seas seemed to drown their face in their own contemplation.

Acte I, Scene III :


The Sheperdwoman, The Djinn


As she wonders on the beauty of the text eternally written in the monument,
she wanders accross the pond, while her cattle rests in the obscurity of the trees.
With the unpredictable shift of climate that is frequent in the desert, it is not less than in a minute,
the winds coming from the east blow gradually stronger, and that all of a sudden a sand storm arises, encircling the oasis.
The Sheperdwoman taken by surprise by the unchained rafales, seeks refuge underneath the rock, in a desesperate attempt
at protecting herself from the deadly wings. She sees her cattle run away in terror and fear of their safety.
The rays of the red twilight sun shine upon the poem inscribed in eternity, and as she recites it again in hope of a help,
she hears a thunder strucking into the pond, and turns to stare in amaze at a drilling whirlwind of boiling water, from which
arises a marvelous creature, resembling human nature, but of which the skin was of the consistency of tanned leather.
It wore nothing but a pagne, and walked unto the shore, his yellow reptilian eyes piercing through her heart.
The sheperd woman, disbelieving in her eyes, arose from the soil and made a few steps towards the apparition, that showed a brief smile
of sharped teeth, intrigued of such boldness at young age. He then shrugged his body, as he was sore and tired of very long inactivity,
and revigorated by this earthly exercice, found his mind ready to hold a conversation.

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Sailor moon

Where time is past,
on my sunny shores,
mirages in awake,
obstruction without truce to reality,
beaches involved in the adage,
Enraged, ribs denoted melodies carried
towards the blue vault, inspired doubts scales,
expiring puffs of smoke, flutes enrailed,
Wonder of the ears, meaning above or below as no
for the dupe in a blur, as the shark's smile
reveals a jagged, music of meaningless acid.
foam which is blunt Monsoon sand, tin mirror of the moon in it,
which reflections of hope fills money too dark eyes of the sailors.
Curtains and vagabonds calling in the wind, free and carefree.
The prayers in the arms of the sea do not fly like a bird in search of a blue sky,
but dive in the middle of the storm burst the eye of the typhoon.
Hey, sailor, sailing with the waves, are you not afraid of tears,
that your widow swallowed to content the ocean?
Your soul lost in the depths of the abyss, as the wreck that nobody leaves,
will wander incessantly in search of oblivion. On the reef, I sing your praises,
your courage, your strength, and the angels will carry my words to thy shore,
to hear me sing in the hollow of the shell.
And on the sand, I steeped in millennia my regret,
under the sun, I would burn in your memory enthusiasts miles rays,
then I will go into the wilderness, to better embrace my misery,
and our souls as two grains away by the wind, take root between land and ocean.
I bite my passion as biting in fish,
and you kiss the sun like a whirlwind of fire from the heights of the time.
Our sighs, carried by the wind, take to the skies by flying,
common to the depths of nothingness,
and our whispers steamy bubble burst on the surface of torment,
to seal air our oath. And the moon, confidante of our nights of bitterness,
we bathe in the promise of money as her two children.