And we have look back only once again, and unconciously we held us hands tightening them strong.
We took deep breathe, and we were went on.
From here we had to follow our emotions, and they would have conduct us where we should go.
Our hearts was beating very hard.
We were about to enter in an unknown place of our world and we felt as lost.
This place presented itself totally different ì the big green landscape that we were been used to see around us: it was desolate landscape. The main colour was brown, as a burnt landscape. Trees were burn, and the mountains peaks were like if they were burnt them too.
We were walking through this landscape, with hands in hands, and we were been stroke by an infinite sadness, but we had know to go forward and we would have know who we had to meet.
We looked at around us, and we had thought all this desolation was due to the Nothing.
That landscape was the exact contrary of the our peaceful world. We could notice that some rocks were simply little volcanos that snorted hot air.
“Where are we?” I asked -“Why the Markùts took us here?”
I knew it was useless question, but soon we would been in front of the answer: and it has been like this.
We have still walked a little bit.
We stopped ourselves in front of a kind a wall, but it wasn’t a wall: we have lifted up our glances and we were at the foot of a mountain: was it there that we had to go?
Our hearts could have explode in at any moment.
We were there, in front of that mountain waiting for something.
Now, more than ever your hand, your arm, your glance, were the only things that could reassure me: I was with you, also in that place, and sincerely we didn’t like at all.
It reminded us much the Nothing: the atmosphere was choking us.
We were looking at us around. We hadn’t still say nothing.
We could hear only a buzz: we had felt it during all that strange walk.
We were about to turn ourselves to get back, when from the inside of the mountain we have heard a great noise.
The mountain was opening itself.”