Wind on a chapiter.
Why do you love wind so much???
Is it because a minute ago he strolled in the stratosphere where no human have ever breathed, and now you are sitting on the marble stairs of this gorgeous building with columns and pilasters, seeing the very same wind rustling right over your head where the chapiters are. Yes, here in the town where you live. He’s whispering something to a stone flower up above the column crown, and you wonder what. So you say:
- Hey, wind!
He’ll come down to you just for a sec! To stroke your hair and then fly away into the unknown, leaving you slightly blank as he swept out all your old thoughts making a room for new ones. And you stand up there so small, looking into the sky, wishing you could fly.
Why do you hate wind so much???
Is it because he messes up the papers on your table? Is it because he makes people unpredictable ones he gets into their mind and you never know what’s on it? Well, sometimes the wind hates himself too. That’s right, there are moments when he despairs and gets angry with his instability and admires anything that can live longer than two moments. And the most he admires stones, rocks, earth. He wishes he could be so wise, so graceful, had peace like they have. And then flying over the city he gets a little quieter and slips under some old roof to kiss a marble curl of beautiful statue’s hair.
So wind loves stones. And stones love wind. And not only chapiter stones but also the stones of pavement, the stones of skyscrapers and of ancient ruins, Alpine peaks and Carpathian paths.
And the story I’m going to tell you is about us living between them, appearing confused witnesses of this love.
