donderdag 29 september 2011

Meanwhile, the goats graze

On the foot of the mountain (hill should be the proper name, because you could not name it high nor steep, it was round and full of grass and there was not any trace of trees nor rocks), there was a village – which you could not reach by car neither by another transport vehicle, and so you only could reach by dreaming – there sat a couple on a green bench. The man on one end and the woman on the other end. They were staring at goats, which graze on the other side of the road, behind a little wall made of stones, found ages ago in the grass the animals grazed now.

The man stared at it with a glum face, the eyes were brown and his haircut looked like it was done by a barber who was specialized in cutting soldiers. It was short, very short. He just sat there, in grey coloured clothes, in which you could see an old uniform (it would explain the haircut). The glumly man was not a talker, I could say you, nor he was someone of breathing, at least it looked like he was not. His chest did not seem to go up and down, it was stagnant, like the rest of his body, and that was a shame. Because the woman next to him – if I may so – was good looking, for her age, and yelled silently for attention.

Dressed in proper, expensive looking clothes, she also stared at the goats. Suddenly a farmer appeared with a scythe and started cutting grass. The female eyes did not moved when he appeared, she was focussed at the goats. She also had brown eyes, looked too a bit glum, but with more kindness, on first sight. Also the female had a nice haircut, which gave her flair and so overall you could see she was not from here, but from a foreign country. Too it looked like she was planning to move (again I hear you ask, I do not know), looking at her two big suitcases, but how was she planning to leave? Staring at goats, getting in a trance and disappear from the bench? I would like to give you an answer on that question, but I cannot say if that was here method to leave or not.

Even when the man in the old uniform started to write something down on a paper. It looked like a kind of a letter or a note to someone, meanwhile she did not moved her kind looking brown eyes. The man wrote odd characters down on the paper, finished it with a signature, laid it down on the bench and walked away from the female...

A couple of meters further down the road there was, strange enough, a bus stop with another bench where two people were sitting on, and again it was a man and a female. They looked happier, or at least more loos, and they sat closer to each other.  Which is remarkable, because the man has a big moustache and some not dandy looking black curls. The female is thin and a classic beauty, just like the woman on the other bench. The only thing that matters, are her old and worn-out clothes. But what does it matter if her attention is for the man next to her and he seems to like her? There respectively brown and blue eyes are not looking, better said staring, at grazing goats, but at each other eyes.

Even though they look so different of each other, the two couples, there are two things of which they are not aware yet. Their future children are also in town, at the other end, by the river. The girl with the red hair at the other side and a boy with curls on the other shore. The stream of the water is peaceful, you could easily swim from one shore to another, but as a matter of fact the boy does not dare to swim in water of which he cannot see the bottom. And the girl? The girl does not want to swallow her pride and jump in to the water to reach the boy. She is conservative and thinks the man should take the first step in a relationship, and though the boy is trying to jump in to the water, he is afraid of it. And so they stand there for ages.

Now, I cannot say you if the first couple started to send letters to each other and the second one did live happily ever after, but something in me says it turned out well for the boy and the girl. I might even think they build a bridge to be with each other and they dreamed out to another place far, far away.

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