Beneath the ocean vault, there was a secret place
where the hidden truths and the most recondite secrets had been buried.
Among ruins covered by coral and algae
and a rather unsettling expanse of swirling water.
It was there that the crypt under the ocean lay,
as if the sea had been its roof and also its home.
Mine was a simple vision,
it may be that I was dreaming,
it may be that I was having these hallucinations.
I only know that it was not the fruit of a conscious and calculated imagination.
It seemed that I had abandoned myself
to the sound of the stormy waves on an autumn evening.
When the faint light of the sky merged with the water of the ocean
until merged as one unity.
I closed my eyes and I abandoned myself to my imaginative madness,
And I saw with even more clarity that marvellous and fantastical landscape
which did not belong to me,
But which in some way symbolised something of my past or of my future,
because I, in the end, lived in the past and the future.
My present was in oblivion.
Beneath the ocean vault, my dreams had ceased to whisper visions and desires. In their place remained nightmares that drew their fantasies from bitter disappointments and atrocious memories. And it was in this labyrinth of water and darkness that I found myself entwined, clutched as if unbound by invisible chains.
I found myself in an oceanic crypt where the sea creatures had turned into ghosts, hunting me like prey and a victim of their tortures and torments. My invocation to the cruel fate of a possible change, where I might have grasped a flower of hope, was to no avail. In the endless and vast infinite.
Elisabetta
