Mirant els peus penjar, balancejant-los cap al davant i cap al darrera, va i ve, ve i va. Vaig agafar amb la ma esquerra un bon grapat de cendra, tractant amb cura de que no s'en escapés ni una sola mota, i amb la dreta un bon grapat de neu, apretant-la per mirar de collir tota la possible.Era increïble, com se m' havia enganxat el fang als peus, vaig pensar que en treient-me les botes, podria caminar més bé, em vaig equivocar. Amb tota la calma del món i obrit molt poc a poc ambdues mans, com si fossin dos rellotges de sorra veia barrejar-se el dos components en l'aire tot tocant el terra. I El temps anava lliscant. Queia una amalgama de color gris, la neu s'impregnava de la pols grissa en un petit montìcul semblant un petit volcà. L'aire gèlid udolava i la Terra bategava tan suaument com el cor d'un malalt terminal. Tot i això, la pau era infinita. ©aTx2010 (Java, Indonèsia, 2004)
Looking to my feet hanging, swinging them around to the front and back, comes and goes, comes and goes. I grabbed my hand left with a lot of ashes, trying to care can not escape a single speck, and into the hand right a lot of snow, pushing it to try to gather all as possible.
It was incredible, I had mud stuck to the feet, I thought that removing the boots I could walk better, I was a wrong idea. With all the calm of the world and opening both hands very slowly, as if they saw two hourglasses mix the two components in the air by tapping the floor. And time was slipping so slowly. Fell an amalgam of gray, snow soaks grey dust into a small mound like a small volcano. The icy air howling and pounding the earth as gently as the heart of the terminally ill. However, Peace was infinite. © aTx2010 (Java, Indonesia, 2004)
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