Life is much more than a body, much more than a time, it does not vanish with death, it is not born in a day. Life happens in each moment, it transcends space-time and pours out beyond the physical, so it is pointless to take it for granted, to try and tie it to a single moment, because in essence, life is free and it escapes through the fingers of those who try to encapsulate it. Eve is not only the woman, the first or any other, she is teaching, she is feeling, deep, rooted and based in the true origin of being. Eve loves with the depth of a lover and the purity of a daughter.
Genre: FICTION / GeneralThe book that already has a version in several languages has sold all over the world, is one of the books that more looked for with my readers.
The fog was thick, all around me looked dull, the haze did not allow me to see past half a mile. I could hear birds chirping with a deep echo, as if I was stuck in an empty valley. I started walking, bewildered from not seeing the sun, I followed the sounds of nature, I needed to feel surrounded by more than just this loneliness, I sought life. I began to run blindly, as one who does not know where to go. The sound was increasing as if all the birds in the woods were flying next to me, but there were no sign of them, not even trees were in my sight, I remained submerged by this pale brightness.
I stop, there is something ahead of me, giant shapes seem to materialize in the approaching horizon. I hear a deep murmur, as if the wind mourned, without any breeze showing. Body shook, suddenly I feel threatened, silence confined to the whimper coming from those grotesque shapes I could not define. It looked like deformed creatures, misshaped and threatening beings. the feeling that they are approaching leaves me restless, out of nowhere I hold a sword, my instinctive self defence takes over and I go forth against the forest of monsters.
As if the confrontation were inevitable I discharge... Shouting…
I am sucked through a tunnel, like an invisible hand is pulling me. I awake with my heart beating wildly from emotion, my face sweaty, and out of reflex, I sit on the edge of the bed. The room is quiet and the light of day tears through the open window blinds in little shards of light that cast reflections of life beyond the room.
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Translated by Florence Barnichon Luron
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Author review: Just perfect, what I could saymore, thank you Florence |
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