awoke the next morning the platoon who was sleeping in the square of the terminus, the soldiers woke up excited, exalted from the big day finally arrived, the day of departure for the Front, a day that brought them to what had become the purpose of their lives: the War.
He said the Great General Fernando Della Riva, that was the big day, they were the heroes, themselves, winning the war, they changed the world and would be remembered forever, forever and all over the world .
Marco decided to station, following their great general, who, strangely, that morning proceeded without his horse.
was ten precise. There were women to greet the train, many crying, others had come back just to see if someone, that time, would be dropped. Fernando hoped that, when he was off the train, the women would not have noticed. I hope so.
Like a thousand times he had imagined during the night, as in all his fancy, with the same, the same perfection, all the soldiers had to climb down to the last, stepping forward and back on the station platform, many times. They went all down to the last. He would have liked to save them, save them all from that war. A war that was fought now never without a sense of principle, perhaps out of habit, perhaps because they had nothing left to do. A war of which the meaning was lost in the maze of a thousand centuries of silence. A war that you do not even know anymore. There was only train that was back and forth, neither one knew who was the driver. No one had ever seen. Back and forth, from the terminus at the front, with no stops.
Fernando, the accuracy with which he had prepared his mind, put them all, because he knew he could not save them. It would be known, it would come to know the Government and, for him, as for boys, however, would be the end. The Government was not easy to circumvent, It was not easy to deceive, had always told to remember all the generals who preceded him at the head of platoon 9999.
put them all to the starting whistle, jumped behind a pillar and, throwing his hat in ground, whisked the uniform blouse.
The women were desperate, so apart or so with his eyes flooded with tears, which did not notice that the soldier in white undershirt and blue pants, ran towards the river.
Fernando forcefully knocked on the door of the inn.
was open to a beautiful girl, young, but with eyes all empty. She stared at him and said not a word.
He, however, out of breath:
- Miss, I try to Dolores. This is where she lives, is not it?
The girl did not answer. He only nodded to the man, pointing to the stairs. Ran up all the thirty-seven plans, Fernando, felt his heart squirt out of my chest, but he ran, he ran up the stairs like a madman, to the summit, to Dolores, on top of the tower, then take it away, away with his horse, to the Ocean .
looked like a fairy tale.
He saw her: in the middle of the roof garden, the flowers and fruit trees, he saw, including a goat and a horse, saw her join the jet-black hair in braids singing. It stood for a moment. Without that image with everything that filled her eyes. Still, with that song that came over. Still, while she sang with all the blood, the blood that flowed like music, fast, like singing all of his blood was full of that song. Still, until she realized that he had arrived. He looked up, Dolores, to the eyes of the man who knew how to have enchanted
- Come on, Fernando?
- How do you know you want to take away?
- I'm not stupid! You look stupid?
- No, no, Dolores!
- then? Come on, before they are looking for you!
- But you've already talked to everyone, you've already greeted everyone?
- Yes, Fernando, Mama did not even cry. So? Shall we go?
- Yes, baby.
She got up from the ground. He had a canvas bag ready with him and gave Fernando a lot more with the food necessary for a few days, otherwise they would find a way of getting by on the road.
Fernando helped Dolores to get on the horse and took the animal by the reins.
went down the stairs and out the door. Dolores still greeted mother and Adela sweeping the patio, smoking cigarettes.
Fernando went on horseback along with Dolores. They started walking towards where the sun was setting.
Dolores and Fernando was pretty hopeful when she sang.
Fernando had beautiful hands and beautiful arms. A Dolores liked to make love with him, then rest his head on his own pillow, listening to his breath to sing along the way, when it was day, that same subtle rhythm.
always like that, always behind the sun for years and years, following the sun.
If only the Head, today, and if there was still someone, that someone he knew, would only tell of two who arrived with her hair all white ocean , an old horse and five beautiful girls who could sing.
would only tell, everyone 's a great sailing boat and the five girls seated in the bow, who sang with the tone of the waves.
The Government had learned of the escape of General Fernando Della Riva.
He sent trusted men to stop. He had nothing to lose, the Government, had sucked all she could from those places, she had bled to death, depriving them of everything, everything, to the core.
had sent trusted men, strong and well trained. Had sent them to look for Fernando, along all the roads, around every corner, without finding it. Government not interested in those ruins, that mass of concrete, had ordered all of fire. Everything, if Fernando had not found, so that if you had taken refuge somewhere, it would be dead, he would have paid anyway.
The terminus was a huge fire which spread out of control, for unimaginable distances. Fire, fire and flames everywhere in every corner. From the ruins to ashes and nothing remains.
Here's what remains: ashes.
Every silence exploded in a cry of despair, a last cry of despair who went silent after the fire, a cry that became extinct in the ash.
I believe to be left alone. I'm here alone, for years and years of walking, there's only me here, locked up at the Inn. I just that I stay here, on the roof, with a dying goat.
It is almost nothing left, soon die of starvation and burns, and I will have the exact form of what are, of who we are, what will oltretempo, of what we fell in possession of what reigns above all else, beyond any thing: silence.
I have the exact form of the ashes, too, will be part of this great union of each fragment in the only true form of God: Ash
Others could not, after many centuries of silence, another could not stay. It was inevitable, was the relentless spiral of happening that, to me, concludes: silence.
Silence, and I'm still here, Andrew, still here, I am waiting, but even that damn train comes back. I'll wait here, as promised. Nothing remains, but until the last moment I can still pray and I can not stop. Until the last moment I will pray for you, Andrea, with all the strength I can.
pray silence that makes us the communion of ashes that I may be in the silence between your ashes ashes Please Silence Andrea, Please bring me silence all your ashes Andrea, I can die in the ashes of your lips, the ashes of your arms, my love, because I want morirti him like you always said Andrew, pray silence, because I want him morirti, as promised.
As promised I'll wait.
We will be in the same ash, in the same silence of everything.
pray for us, Andrea.
Someone has to pray and promises are respected.
pray for us, love.
Amen.
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