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por talesforlove, em 15.04.09

The end of "The Blow"/Segunda parte do conto "O sopro"

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Suddenly, a stronger breeze of wind passed through my ears and I seemed to hear a voice: — Are you, my love…
In the start of the impossible, I opened my eyes. My chest was jumping, affected by the faster beats of the heart, anguished by the confirmation of the voice brought by the wind.
— It can only be you, my love…
I sat on the bed, took a deep breath and stood more attentive to the sound, of course I couldn't hear anything more than the wind. It was impossible to hear a voice so close…

To loosen up, before returning to bed, I went to the window and on my way there I felt several nuances of heat, some of those hot and humid. From the window I couldn't see anything more, just some shadows, and the trees waving very slowly. I took a deep breath… and said to myself: — Enough of imagination! It's time to rest.
It was then that the wind stopped and on my back I felt someone trying to open the door and heard: — Do not ignore me!
I looked behind and frightened I jumped from the window, stood up and ran to the middle of the bushes of the garden. One shadow was now looking on several directions, through the window, stood in my direction, had a quick jump and told me: — You will not escape!
I fixed the left foot on the floor and, with a jump, I started to run to the forest, the hot air of the night touched my body, I felt the stems cracking under my feet and others on my face. I couldn't neither see around me nor keep away all the stems and it was now hard to hear any noise that came from my persecutor. Maybe it was due to the wind… That started again to blow as if pushing me afterwards.
It was 20 minutes running, as if in an athletics competition. My chest hurt, I couldn't breathe enough and the sweat was falling from my face and spreading all over my body. The sound of the wind, as I was running, slowly merged with the bright and vibrant sound of the nearest river, situated very far away from home. Knowing this, I slowed down. I had to rest. But I stumbled in a trunk that I hadn’t seen, I didn't hurt myself, but fell and heard a strangely creepy and familiar voice too close to me . — I caught you!

I screamed — No!
Started to run and stopped at the river side. Not even the white sand was reflecting any luminosity of the night…
— How could you forget what we had settled?
Said someone, with tearful voice, just a few metres to my right. I looked with fear… my body almost didn't obey and I didn't believe what I was seeing: a woman's face, with long and curly hair, standing up in my direction… but, I couldn't distinguish her face. Due to that I walked to her, but I couldn't get closer, it was like I hadn't moved.
But, I don't remember we had settled anything… sorry.
How?! You don't remember?! We spoke in a dream last Friday…
In a dream… I remembered, as one who opens a window and sees the unexpected, I had dreamed with a woman that I saw at the river one single time, a few days before and, in that dream, I had settled for us to meet at the same hour of the dream, last Friday, at the fluvial beach where we had met.
— I must be crazy!
I said, and ran to her. But, she disappeared and I just heard: — He will kill you.
The man's visage came out from the shadow of the alders, which was thick like black and sweet cotton… and ran to me with something in his hand. Without hesitation, I held a stone and threw it with success! The man stood on the floor seated with his hands on his head… In the meanwhile, I ran to the highest rock of the river, following carefully and always straight up along the river the old track, witness of many failed romances. The voice was running after me: — You played with me! I don't forgive you!
I stopped just before reaching the top, from which it was possible to see the shadow that was covering all the river and I screamed from the top of my lungs: — Where are you? Show yourself…
Until my throat became sore, and because I had screamed too much, my voice was already rough as that of a cock who welcomes the new day of a frozen winter. I just saw a visage, galloping, at the strand… the man was coming at me.
I fell down on my knees… — Now I remember. Forgive me.
My voice left my mouth as a fragile murmur of a terminal patient. Not even all the water on my face was sweat and in my panting chest, the wind was mixed with my breath. — You told me in dreams that you loved me, and after that you forgot me… How was that possible?!...
With the joy of hearing that voice again, mine got slightly stronger: — I didn't believe that I could live a love like this, anymore.
— I'm going to get closer to you… to feel what you feel.
Said that woman who placed her soft hand on my shoulder. I looked at my shoulder and saw her hand… soft and white, and part of the sleeve, white, long and fallen, was it made of silk? I fainted of fear and happiness… and woke up again on my bed… my body was hurting…
— Come to me next Friday, at 8 p.m. at our rock, my love.
I heard the voice brought by the wind and answered: — Certainly my love, I will never forget you.
Then I heard a real voice saying: — I place this photo on your night table, so that you won’t forget me.
The moonlight suddenly appeared and the night became happy with the shinning of the waters of the river. The dream was real.

The end


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