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The smiles of life had died, in the white hair stood the meanings, but without the earlier brilliance which blinded the eye and built towers of errors and falsehood. ******* Loneliness had swept away the cunning shadows, because truth is painful, which is why it has no towers to enter, only distress filled in its passage the happy places. ******* But where is the beauty of truth, for whose sake so many souls have sung of other distant worlds which would come to dissolve the darkness in an outburst of joy? ******* But this beauty did not wish to dress up in the gaudy garments, in the glory of simplicity it dwelt, where great words were unneeded and there remained only the souls with their meanings to roam the worlds calmly, in forms whose grace travelled in the eyes of the beings. ******* What is this small heap which lies there in front of the door of the lonely old house, which has housed so many generations of men and now has remained alone with the shadows? ******* The aged head bent down to see, but hope was extinguished long before, that something new was to come to dispel grief. ******* A small dog, nameless in the world, which the human eye wanted to pass by like a burden not worth lifting in a life where expectations were betrayed. ******* But some secret glimmer flickered in the gaze which looked at the man with guileless hope for a loving kindness elusive in the light which would melt away the loneliness in the thrills of games. ******* Here is companionship in its strange journey on the roads on which it has itself chosen to come, far from the towers of vanity which the mind built long ago, and it awaits the lightning of hidden beauty to stretch out the hand in brotherhood. ******* The worlds met and loneliness was defeated. In the artless look joyful secrets are concealed and the shadows are lost in the caresses of loving care. ******* The relations of humans have faded, the shells of habit have broken beyond the partitions of the mind which tormented the companionableness of the heart which sought for rest from the storm of negation which swept the society of men with the names. ******* Everything differed and the relationship seemed out of reach, but that gaze was in common, of the soul which looked upon the world as an expectation of joy redeeming from those dark dreams which slaughter the inner meaning and leave the bodies empty. ******* Honour to joy hiding in the guileless look, tearing the gloomy shadows of life apart and making new affectionate worlds, where the frontiers are broken down and the lies of happiness humiliated; to that unknown animal who dwells in each heart’s hope and awaits the day when the masks will fall and the worlds will become one.
(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis) |
