downing
06-25-2006, 04:40 PM
This is another work of mine. What do you think of it?
IS ANYONE OUT THERE?
‘Is Anyone Out There?’ I heard these words for the first time, felling the cold breeze blowing through my hair in the bleak night of April, after the Titanic sank. There was nothing in the air, just the feeling of useless and waiting…There were hundreds of people waiting… waiting to die or to be saved… In those moments, to us it didn’t mean too much if we survived or not; we were happy we weren’t those which went before into the deepest part of the Atlantic. It could be said that we had HOPE, but a hope which soon disappeared for many of us, standing at the surface of the water, having an ice breath, hearing the sound of the untouchable night and the rare birds which went above us, having a sound which inspired terror and reminded our ephemeral breath.
Then a sound in the distance…some words which I couldn’t understand too well at the beginning… after that, when it came closer, I heard: ‘Is anyone out there?’ I said ‘yes’ but they didn’t hear me. I saw several people, friends of the water, as I said to me, who were saved. But the save boat didn’t come too close to us. We remained there, hoping that others will come soon, but no other came. We started enjoying the water, which, even was freezing, made us feel that there was our place. We went into a perfect understanding with it, as we didn’t feel us anymore…just the water which was our best friend. We, the friends of the water, didn’t talk anything. I asked myself why. We had a communion, a secret communion which didn’t need any words... we suffered together and that was everything for us.
I looked at the moon and I realised I never saw it more beautiful. It appeared so round, in its whole splendour and I understood I have never seen the moon before… Then, I heard the sound of the water, which was like an ode to the ocean and I felt the moving of the waves which was a hymn to the sea… I remembered that, when I was little, I loved the sea and I always dreamt to sleep on the waves. For me, the sea was the single place where you could really feel happiness, the place of eternal peace and the place of good souls. I knew that the good people went into the water and stayed there for an eternity filled with peace... At adolescence, after reading Ibsen, I was again certain of the influence of the sea on the human being. Ruled by the beauty of the ocean, I decided to cross the Atlantic for the first time in my life… and there, staying in the peaceful Atlantic, I still was sure I WILL arrive to America.
Since that night, I heard every night the same words: ‘Is anyone out there?’ and I become unknowing whether it were true or it was just my imagination, which needed the feeling of survival…
Now, even it’s been 90 years since then, I still feel the cold breeze around me and the wind blowing in my hair… Even 90 years passed, I still hear some words, as clear as at the beginning: ,,Is anyone out there?’’. But I do not have the power to answer…
IS ANYONE OUT THERE?
‘Is Anyone Out There?’ I heard these words for the first time, felling the cold breeze blowing through my hair in the bleak night of April, after the Titanic sank. There was nothing in the air, just the feeling of useless and waiting…There were hundreds of people waiting… waiting to die or to be saved… In those moments, to us it didn’t mean too much if we survived or not; we were happy we weren’t those which went before into the deepest part of the Atlantic. It could be said that we had HOPE, but a hope which soon disappeared for many of us, standing at the surface of the water, having an ice breath, hearing the sound of the untouchable night and the rare birds which went above us, having a sound which inspired terror and reminded our ephemeral breath.
Then a sound in the distance…some words which I couldn’t understand too well at the beginning… after that, when it came closer, I heard: ‘Is anyone out there?’ I said ‘yes’ but they didn’t hear me. I saw several people, friends of the water, as I said to me, who were saved. But the save boat didn’t come too close to us. We remained there, hoping that others will come soon, but no other came. We started enjoying the water, which, even was freezing, made us feel that there was our place. We went into a perfect understanding with it, as we didn’t feel us anymore…just the water which was our best friend. We, the friends of the water, didn’t talk anything. I asked myself why. We had a communion, a secret communion which didn’t need any words... we suffered together and that was everything for us.
I looked at the moon and I realised I never saw it more beautiful. It appeared so round, in its whole splendour and I understood I have never seen the moon before… Then, I heard the sound of the water, which was like an ode to the ocean and I felt the moving of the waves which was a hymn to the sea… I remembered that, when I was little, I loved the sea and I always dreamt to sleep on the waves. For me, the sea was the single place where you could really feel happiness, the place of eternal peace and the place of good souls. I knew that the good people went into the water and stayed there for an eternity filled with peace... At adolescence, after reading Ibsen, I was again certain of the influence of the sea on the human being. Ruled by the beauty of the ocean, I decided to cross the Atlantic for the first time in my life… and there, staying in the peaceful Atlantic, I still was sure I WILL arrive to America.
Since that night, I heard every night the same words: ‘Is anyone out there?’ and I become unknowing whether it were true or it was just my imagination, which needed the feeling of survival…
Now, even it’s been 90 years since then, I still feel the cold breeze around me and the wind blowing in my hair… Even 90 years passed, I still hear some words, as clear as at the beginning: ,,Is anyone out there?’’. But I do not have the power to answer…