One afternoon I had an unexpected vision,
of a freezed frame that gave me a direct mission,
and prompted me to approach my final decision,
to write it down
give me please your attention and listen now:
On an abandoned colline,
near marine and cliffs,
high, so that even birds would have fear of falling,
where even humans would think it is a myth,
was standing a leafless tree,
which looked minimal under the expansion of the sleepless sea.
The branches old and grey,
in them, cracks like in air-dried clay.
She stood still, no movement at all,
like a windmill, where the wind avoids to fall.
In this cold non-movable picture,
there is one thing I forgot to register,
a black, an outrageous black winged angel,
like one from hell escaped (demon),
he stared me deep in the eyes,
in the beginning I hadn't noticed him, he wasn't even of small size.
Of a high light absorbing black was his garnement,
it wafted in the wind like a flag in front a Parliament.
He was there, petrified
as if Medusa had had looked him with delight.
He was honestly showing no single motion;
except for his eyes which where wild, profound and vivid,
like a tempestuous ocean.
francisco :)