Let me feel something new about a coming land, please!

I remember running without any shoes on, through the land that my grandmother Maria possessed and cultivated with green seeds and her fertilizer was the love that she devoted to it year after year.

The smell of wet land that I stepped by her hand during 13 summers of my life, is the scent I feel when I leave behind this other society full of hurt and anguish, by whom the land is only the carpet for the shed tears in deep pain of abandonment and silent death, without any encouragement to be the one who defies the lost souls that led humanity into a perpetual god's acre field.

I remember even better, the day her body returned to land, and it was a hiccup full of loneliness that I dropped in silence alone.

I had then, no other sure that her body was buried six feet underground, and that this land was also the single embryo for all other lives that emerged from the bowels of that same land seconds after.

And I'm walking on this land with this clear vision and old shoes of mine.

The Land possess an universal time spinning non-stop movement and turns us into the most basic atom and its perpetual food who’s secret only Land knows how to decode.

Land speaks to us and we still do not understand the meaning of this natural language!

Is this the end or the beginning?

Let me feel something new about a coming land, please!

By Claudia Freire, 03/11/2009