My legs started to grow until they reached the water and beyond. They transformed into roots and connected to the web around us. My arms did the same. They grew into branches and they kept on extending until I felt other hands holding mine on each side. We were an alive, golden lace.
I saw locks of hair attached to a line, blowing in the wind, like clothes to dry. There was also hair lying around on the floor in my mother's kitchen, and outside, all over the yard, half-covered by sand. Suddenly, they became butterflies and flew towards the cemetery where my father is buried. I wished … Continue reading Fifty
There were two big bodies of water that met in a single line, but they did not mingle. As if there was a piece of glass between them... but no. I could see the arms and legs of a woman dancing, but could not see her face or torso, she herself was the line dividing … Continue reading Thirty-Six
I was in the water, ice above me. I could vaguely perceive some kind of commotion above me: people or animals running all over the place. Then I was on my feet, the Siberian man behind me, holding my shoulders. I was staring into my belly, it looked frozen: turquoise and light purple. Next, I … Continue reading Twenty-Eight
He opened up like a flower, and there was a woman, smiling. Then she opened up and there was a very old man. And he opened up and there was a very old woman. And he opened up and there was the young Sun, again.
I turned back to the woman, but she looked older now, around my age. I must have made a mistake a minute before. She looked at me for a second, then turned back to the sea. I watched the water, too, and the sky, and the flowers rocking in the wind. When I turned back to her again, she seemed to be in her fifties. I realized she was ageing in front of my eyes.
And we jumped. We were falling, falling, falling into darkness. Sometimes I saw roots of plants, sometimes I smelled soil. When we landed, we were in a night forest.
I was in the forest. I recognized it from a series of dreams I had some ten years ago. They were powerful and scary dreams, but I only remember the last one in detail: I was facing an army of the dead, and in the end, I buried them all with water, fire, soil and … Continue reading Three