Com a última batida das Laudas no campanário, o rio pôs-se em movimento. A superfície lisa das águas verdes recortava o seu corpo emerso como uma ilha e as suas faces lívidas, como um vulcão.
De braços apenas abertos, Orphélie navegou imperturbável no seu sono, os pés unidos, as palmas das mãos descrevendo um ângulo perfeito de quarenta e sete graus, os longos cabelos ruivos deixando um rasto brilhante de opalas à luz da manhã.
Da margem esquerda, desde sempre presa da noite mais sinistra, chegava-lhe o som de galhos partidos e o arfar intenso de todas as bestas que a acompanhavam numa cadência demoníaca, sucumbido umas às garras das outras, mas todas com os olhos de sangue cravados no seu coração.
Da outra margem, eternamente presa da noite mais bela, ecoava um bater veloz e frágil de cascos de um cavalo negro e negros eram os seus olhos, enormes.
A baixa da maré levou-lhe as águas deixando Orphélie presa da curva do rio e tudo se aquietou em seu redor. Sentou-se, as suas pálpebras cerradas, descendo as mãos sobre os cabelos e urdindo uma trança perfeita.
Depois, num passo ligeiro e flutuante, desapareceu nos campos de trigo ensolarados.
2 comentários:
Right Mr Gotik Raal, the time has come for me to have a word or two to you. You see I am the woman you are targetting, way way across the other side of the world..yes past the whales and seaweed.You and I and a few other (good) people know that. And yes as I have mantioned elsewhere on the internet in the last week, astral sexual abuse is the "perfect crime" isnt it. It certainly would not "stick" in a court as I decribed how I felt you crawling up inside me, (sometimes I think anally) and running your hands over my breasts, as I stiffen and try to prevent it from happening. Sometimes I feel your anger, especially last night as I bagan to fight back. Ive been through the fear of wondering what was happening to me, the horror of realising that I felt absolutely powerless to stop you in what you were doing, who would listen to anyone saying they were being continually astrally raped by a creep who had found the skill and was misusing his powers. (Sounds like a wet dream eh?) ..The interesting thing about it was that when I found this web site I could directly relate to some of the things you were saying. Yes I felt you fiddling with my hair, and I came back here in the morning to see you were laying some kind of "garland" on my head. That must have been some sort of reward for chanting the lord's prayer in your ear and closing my legs tightly to keep you out eh? But as I am "old fat and ugly"..what does that make you then?? A Mother fu..er??Unfortunately for me, I was very naive as I revealed far too much of my own new found abilities, the things I do for a living and in the community, and photos of the nice places around where I live, in my own blog. You've mentioned a lot of that stuff though as well, in your own interpretation of it all..
So as I began to fight you off last night, I also began to think about the "perfect crime". What I have just described is the perfect crime isnt it, would not stand up in court, In fact Im sure your lawyer would make mincement of the story I had just told.I would be locked up as possibly verging on being insane??..Then it occurred to me that in fact surely the Portuguese authorities must be interested in someone who was using the internet as a toll to put fear in the hearts of good people as he threatened them with his intentions of who he will be targetting, reporting horrible gory deaths (and I hope they are not real as well!) and thencoming back here to report his accomplishments. What would that charge be called then? There must be something. All the evidence is here to see, in fact many people have seen it. ! Because I can tell you I am now very very angry with you. I am not some kind of goddess, Im just an ordinary woman who likes to see good things happen in the world. I do not like or support the scary threatening and evil things that you have been reporting in here. I'm sure you will say that it is alla fantasy when challenged, but the fact remains, this is a creepy threatening and evil kind of blog. Now dont come near me, my frinds, or my place ever again..DO YOU HEAR!!...And now its a lovely Sunday morning I am going to enjoy the day....
Caro/a apenas eu
Apesar de bem engendrado o seu texto (que nada tem a ver com este blog), não lhe dou muito mais crédito do que a uma anedocte.
Contudo, duas ou três expressões nele presentes ter-lhe-iam merecido a latrina dos comentários - não fosse isso poder ser interpretado como qualquer assentimento da minha parte quanto ao conteúdo do que escreveu.
Quer se trate de uma piada ou de um qualquer sério tresnoite da sua parte, em nenhum dos casos deixa de ser grave e por isso lhe digo que: os sucessivos endereços de IP com que me tem visitado tem sido todos registados com detalhe; qualquer futura resposta sua, se fora da linha, será arquivada e apagada.
Poderia ter também respondido em inglês, mas visto que entendeu tão bem o meu português não vejo motivo para interromper a sua aprendizagem linguística.
Gotik Raal
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