"Berceuse" - Chapter VII

It was the first week of may, and the old church bells sounded joyful when giving the hour of some point at mid-morning. Two figures of contrasting shades were amidst their stopped time, but for the other bystanders, it was merely the calm before a storm of clashing souls. No one wanted a new gravestone, but when the two walked towards the lakehouse without saying a word, the others shaked their heads, taking refuge, again, in the fact that in truth, it wasn’t their responsibility.

That day the blossoms opened more radiant than ever alongside the path towards her house. That day the birds became curious and accompanied his lute with their chirping. The steps were firm, but the hearts floated, each with an air of their own, until seeing the aqueous horizon of a giant mirror that wished to show them the cloudy beat and the humid ending verse.