加载中…【奥克利的非洲幽灵】
(2013-11-29 14:53:47)
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I wandered through the
violent terrain, listening to the laughter of mischievous
spirits.
There was a crescent moon in
the sky, darkness over the houses, broken bottles and splintered
wood on theroad.
I wandered
barefoot.
Fires sprouted over rubbish
heaps, men were dragged out of cars,thick smoke billowed from
houses. Stumbling along, looking for Mum, I found myself in a dark
street.
There was a
solitary candle burning on a stand near an abandoned
house.
I heard a deep
chanting that made the street tremble. Shadows stormed past, giving
off a stench of sweat and rage.
Drums vibrated in the
air.
A cat cried out as if it had
been thrown on to a fire.
Then a gigantic Masquerade
burst out of the road, with plumes of smoke billowing from its
head.
I gave a frightened cry and
hid behind a stall.
The Masquerade was
terrifying and fiery, its funereal roar filled the street with an
ancient silence.
I watched it in
horror.
I watched it by its shadow
of a great tree burning, as it danced in the empty
street.
Then the darkness filled
with its attendants.
They were stout men with
glistening faces.
I listened to all the sounds of
the house.
There were voices
everywhere.
I heard the air whispering, the
walls talking, the chair complaining, the floor pacing, the insects
gossiping.
Darkness filled the
room.
Figures moved about in the
darkness.
I saw yellow beings
stirring,white forms floating, blue shadows flying about the
ceiling.
But when I heard people talking
everything around me became silent and
still.
I
waited.
Then I stole out towards the
sitting room to listen.
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