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In the summer night.Category: Literature
Sunday, 30 November 2008
10:03:46 PM (GMT)
In the summer night.

The people were gathering in crowds in the galleries of stone or were moving between
the shades, for the blue hills. The distant stars and Mars' twin and luminous lunas
were spilling a pale light of late afternoon. Beyond the amphitheatre of marble, in
the darkness and the distance, the villages and the fifth ones were getting up. The
silver water was lying immobile in the puddles, and the channels were shining from
horizon to horizon. It was one summer night in the moderate and pleasant planet Mars.
The crafts, delicate as flowers of bronze, were interbreeding in the channels of
green wine, and in the long, endless housings that were bowing as calm serpents
between the hills, there were murmuring lazily the lovers stretched in the fresh beds
of the night. Some children were running still for the avenues, in the light of the
torches, and with the golden spiders that were going in the hand they were throwing
to the air thin floss threads. Here and there, in the tables where the lava of silver
was bubbling, some late dinner was prepared. In a hundred of peoples of the dark
hemisphere of the planet, the Martians, brown beings, of torn and yellow eyes, were
congregating indolently in the amphitheatres. From the scenes a serene music was
rising in the calm air, as the aroma of a flower.

In one of the scenes a woman sang.

The public startled.

The woman stopped singing. One took a hand to the throat. He inclined the head
looking at the musicians, and they began again.

The musicians touched and the woman sang, and this time the public sighed and
inclined towards ahead in the seats; some put on few ones of foot, surprised, and a
frozen blast crossed the amphitheatre. The woman was singing a terrible and strange
song. It was trying to prevent that the words were sprouting him of the mouth but
these were the words:

It advances wrapped in beauty, as the night. 

Of regions without clouds and starry skies;  

And everything better of the dark thing and the brilliant thing  

It joins in his face and in her eyes ….

The singer wrapped the mouth up herself with the hands, and this way it(he,she)
remained a few instants, immobile, perplex.

~ what do they mean these words? - the musicians asked.

- Wherefrom does this song come?

- What language is that one?

The singer wrapped the mouth up herself with the hands, and this way it(he,she)
remained a few instants, immobile, perplex.

~ what do they mean these words? - the musicians asked.

- Wherefrom does this song come?

- What language is that one?


The singer wrapped the mouth up herself with the hands, and this way it remained a
few instants, immobile, perplex.

~ what do they mean these words? - the musicians asked.

- Wherefrom does this song come?

- What language is that one?

And when the musicians blew in the golden horns, the strange melody happened again
slowly over the public who now was standing up and was speaking loudly.

- What does happen to you? - the musicians wondered.

- Why were you touching this music?

- and you, what were you touching?


The woman I begin to be wept and he fled of the scene. The public left the
amphitheatre. And in all the upset Martian peoples it happened slightly similarly. A
cold spell fell down on them, as a white snow.

In the shaded avenues, under the torches, the children were singing:

… And when she came, the buffet was empty,  

And his poor dog did not have anything 

- Children! - the adults shouted ~. What song is that one? Where did you learn it?

- it has happened to us suddenly. They are only words, words that are not
understood.

The doors were closed. The streets remained desert. On the blue hills a green star
rose.

In Mars' night hemisphere the lovers woke up and listened to his dear ones, who were
singing in the darkness.

- What song is that one?

And in thousand houses, in the middle of the night, the women woke up shouting. The
tears they were rolling about the cheeks and the men were trying to calm them.

- we go, go. He sleeps. What does happen to you? Some nightmare?

- something terrible is going to happen in the morning.

- nothing can happen. Everything is very nice.

A hysterical sob:
- It approaches, approaches! It approaches increasingly!

- nothing can to us happen. What might to us happen? We go, he sleeps, sleeps.

Mars' dawn was calm, so calm as a fresh and black well, with stars that were shining
in the waters of the channels, and breathing in all the quarters, children who were
sleeping shrunk with spiders in the closed hands, and embraced lovers, and a sky
without lunas, and cold torches, and deserts  Amphitheatres of stone.

Only there broke the silence, little before dawning, the serene one that was walking
along a distant, solitary and dark street, intoning a very strange song.

Comments 
JunoSarah says:   30 November 2008   336148  
i like it! =]
 
sakura_o_light says :   30 November 2008   362943  
Thank you!! :D
 

 
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