begin today, by publishing the accounts participating in the contest and we start from a story in which time is concentrated on a particular night that all (or almost) know quite well. Un punto di vista inusuale, quello di qualcuno che il tempo in qualche modo si presume possa o debba dominarlo e invece ne è normale vittima come chiunque.
Nel ricordare agli altri partecipanti che, per vedere pubblicato anche il proprio racconto sul blog, è necessaria autorizzazione scritta mediante email inviata alla redazione, vi lasciamo a Francesco Colucci e al suo:
SUDO' SANGUE
In quest’orto degli ulivi, mai fu più cara la mia volontà. La brezza ululava tra gli ermi legni argentati, calda luna silente li abbracciava e lenti respiri consumavano l’atmosfera di quella notte.
Si avvicinarono i discepoli e il maestro: “ Rimanete here and pray, lest you catch the temptation ... and stayed. Then like a river in search of the sea went away, and knelt down and prayed with devotion, "Father I ask too much of my will. Men begotten me, I saw doves and jump from rooftops to reach the nests of comfort in the blue, the storms' s icy water, the seas calmed to you. Two thunderbolts to see your glory in the world, to see the gift you have given me. Several times my blue ball crossed the faces of the wretched, every time I shed tears of joy for them because it is for them the kingdom of heaven.
Burning your spirit fire had the strength to let you know, to show the blind, to heal the lame, to give drink to the thirsty, to give new life to your children.
your creatures showed the way to turning back unto the fire, I have blinded the world to show them your kingdom, the deaf to hear the melody of your voice. I carried the sword because love is born.
And now ... Oh ... too hard is my fate. I have to die and already know what awaits me ... "
And then he saw one after the other appear in the mind images of pain: Weapons of hot iron rubbing the soft flesh, blood steaming on the hot sand ... no cry. And the cross.
"Because I do not want this I already know?! I hear the terrible sound of the steps of time more and more clear. Not only two, not two moons will cross the sky before I breathe in humans. Perhaps my human will, kind of pity, is not worth a grain of this universe? Father, if thou art willing, remove this cup from me ... Thy will be done, not mine. "My child, never was my most expensive item in your and my tears became sweat, red sweat of anguish on your skin.
sweated blood, my son. The blood that split the rock, fertilize the sand, will cool the fire, clean up man ".
At that moment an angel came down , Its hot wings and comforted him the teacher returned from his disciples.
