I fall asleep and I dream. But part of me is always awake and I watch myself dreaming.
The sun sets at the horizon, night is returning. In my old house darkness is born from objects everywhere; plants, furniture, tapestry. Slowly the shadows lengthen creating a thousand new figures that unite one to the other, as if a part of a diabolic plan.
Not even an hour and the shadows have eaten the entire house, leaving me _ my old house and darkness to keep us company…as in being born the same hour.
In the dark, echo is the master. Every single step I take multiplies to get lost in the endless corridors of the house, creating a sonorous inexistent life. A house too big for only one person.
Even as a child playing hide and seek …when my school friends would come to visit, I would bet of not finding all the nooks and crannies.
I walk through the kitchen out into my playroom, down the main corridor and into the radio room. Attracted by a red glow. There are burning logs in the fireplace.
Getting there I stare at a large framed photo of my parents on the wall. As I look it seems as they come alive and begin to interact with me.
In the picture, for certain they are reflected in great smiles…but the eyes, the mirror of the soul, seem to cry with me.
There is a shadowy figure in front of the burning fireplace and but for the voice I have difficulty recognizing. The crackling of the fire keeps us company.
"I know well that you are no longer a child, and I apologize for worrying about you" He says.
"Don't worry, I know what I am doing" I reply. We look at each other for an instant, and then I break the ice "you know the house is really empty now"
"Well, no, it is you that wants it empty" he says in sadness.
"But you cannot understand…"
"I understand very well…this house, this emptiness…this darkness…is nothing more than a representation of what is inside of you. If you were to bring light within the soul, then all, even this old house, will repurchase life."
I lower my head and try to keep calm. With one hand I lean against the cold walls…doubts…too many doubts…I feel that a part of the emotional chaos inside does not want to leave clinging to my soul.
I leave the radio room slamming the door and head for the rear rooms in rapid steps.
Then a soft voice "So long Dad"
A strong wind begins to blow from the west over the train station making me shiver…in the distance… lightning flashes presage the arrival of a storm…probably one of the many to expect this summer.