Sunday 4 December 2011

The Monkey, the crying Forest and the Sea


A very rainy day came to the village. The Mothers were mad, consumed by the fear of seeing the rotting flesh. Humidity was felt, it had the same smell of death. Coffins slide down in those days and no one would deviate from them: some were frightened and stared intently to its downward movement, while others only notice their coffin when it ran over them, and inside them they followed their path. They went down over the wet purple grass. They would reach such speeds (some believe that death has higher gravitational acceleration) that when they finally arrived to their grave, the echo was heard throughout the Forest. Then, the oldest tell, the Monkey would say: 
   "Someone broke into the Sea" 
and the Forest would cry. The Sea wasn't happy about it and would fill itself with rage: he had a volatile temper. And many rainy days came until the sun showed up again. When the rain stopped, the Mothers decided to go after the Monkey. This one, realizing his fate, tore the liver through his mouth and sewed it in his ear, full of hope. The Mothers were very touched by his gesture so they rose up the stumps where they stood and ate out his liver. 

Each coffin came for his Mother, and the Monkey went into the Sea.

 

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