vendredi 5 décembre 2008

A small layer of dust and sand…


Antigone has accomplished her fateful duty : she has covered my body. She protected me from wild animals, flesh-eating birds, and avid jackals. I feel a transformation in my body, my ghostly body seems lighter and lighter. Your prayers my sister seem to free me from my earthly vagrancy. The feeling of lightness and joy is overwhelming : an intense pleasure is spreading in my spectral body.
____I know however that the time of my liberation has not come yet. And I see the guards coming to commit their irreparable task : each fistful of dust they take away from my body is like a blade in my dead flesh. Each fistful of dust creates new bonds that prevent me from joining the world to which I belong. Each fistful of dust dooms these guards to a perpetual divine wrath. You do not realize what you are doing poor foolish men!

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