Post by account_disabled on Dec 24, 2023 1:54:24 GMT -7
The farmer looked at him one last time, his eyes two black pits dug into skin as hard as leather . Then he swung the hoe hard and splashes of blood smeared his worn clothes. The poiat had been burning for a night, but no one heard the man scream. Up there, among those woods, only the wind climbed, together with the ghosts that came out of the fog. A few days later, together with the coal, the mountain man extracted the blackened bones, which he threw on the ground. The little girl was there husking bags of paddy, when something moved among all those grains.
The brambler fell to the ground and she observed the small figure that she was struggling to get out of her sack. Two eyes as small as peppercorns stared at her in amazement. He watched the bee scraping resin from the bark of a poplar tree. The insect would have obtained Special Data propolis from it , to build the honeycombs of the hive. The child stretched out a finger, almost touching the fuzz on the bee's abdomen, but a buzzing and a frantic fluttering made him withdraw his hand, frightened. He was perched between two trees, looking towards the roccoli lying just ahead. In four days only a couple of starlings had fallen into the trap. The hares had left first.
Then the deer and wild boars disappeared. And now even birds were scarce in the woods. It was the curse, as the locals called it. The priest stood over the crowd gathered in front of the churchyard like a hierophant from ancient times. He looked at the men who had come to kill him one by one. Then he smiled. He raised his arms in the air and spoke in a language no one recognized. The earth trembled and the apocalypse broke out from the clouds, which had become dark. It was a moment and there was no longer a trace of the people who had gathered. From the body that floated in front of the onlookers, a sort of fluorescent fog rose, an odic that emanated from that man who had fallen into a trance and levitated.
The brambler fell to the ground and she observed the small figure that she was struggling to get out of her sack. Two eyes as small as peppercorns stared at her in amazement. He watched the bee scraping resin from the bark of a poplar tree. The insect would have obtained Special Data propolis from it , to build the honeycombs of the hive. The child stretched out a finger, almost touching the fuzz on the bee's abdomen, but a buzzing and a frantic fluttering made him withdraw his hand, frightened. He was perched between two trees, looking towards the roccoli lying just ahead. In four days only a couple of starlings had fallen into the trap. The hares had left first.
Then the deer and wild boars disappeared. And now even birds were scarce in the woods. It was the curse, as the locals called it. The priest stood over the crowd gathered in front of the churchyard like a hierophant from ancient times. He looked at the men who had come to kill him one by one. Then he smiled. He raised his arms in the air and spoke in a language no one recognized. The earth trembled and the apocalypse broke out from the clouds, which had become dark. It was a moment and there was no longer a trace of the people who had gathered. From the body that floated in front of the onlookers, a sort of fluorescent fog rose, an odic that emanated from that man who had fallen into a trance and levitated.