54 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EMISSARY

54 THE LANGUAGE OF THE EMISSARY

A trillion of trillions of years later …

Age like that the trip and age like that to get lost in the labyrinth of the Emissary! Age like that the way up to the trasmundo. We crossed these nights where the things him(her) do not belong(concern) to anybody and try(get) to guard perfect immobility not to traverse the risk of vanishing. Maybe they know that they are forgotten of the humanity and that with his(her,your) look it(he,she) gave them to be, without her(it) they might lose it. As a couple of weak lanterns, our eyes were rescuing the banal things that we were finding, only to leave them then behind, plunged in his(her,your) invisibility and eternal anonymity.
Our hearts were like small candles(sails) that were warming us while we were getting lost more and more. And this place where we were getting lost, we were we themselves. He(she) was thinking:
" What did motivate that these ruins were growing this way in the night? They were like an artificial forest that in his(her,your) attempt for fleeing of the land and reaching the sky, had petrified and dead man. "
I huddled to him(it) in the cold, trying to sleep also, but I remained in thoughts as this one:
The Emissary seems to have be started(extracted) of something very important, rooted out of something not forgotten. In what moment has the intelligence of the Thecnetos enslaved it?, from what another world does it(he,she) come? Probably this one is neither the last planet nor this one the last humanity! His(her,your) world had got lost forever or existed unattainably for him(it)? I to his(her,your) side was everything opposite: a being who did not leave anything since anything had, was not even looking for anything, since to search it is necessary to have an idea of what is looked and I did not know anything still(yet). What will Emissary think of me? What will feel on having met to sleep as when I now it look at him? Forms different from these deserts and buildings would appear opposite to this me interior of his(her,your) dream. I could approach intimately his(her,your) slept corpulence, could listen to his(her,your) cold and hoarse breath and synchronize it with mine. But, how might it(he,she) come to the impregnable intimacy of his(her,your) thought? I was like a little man opposite to an impenetrable wall that encloses a great city. I was sticking my ear(hearing) to his(her,your) body on having slept, with the vain hope that this was helping myself to understand(include) his(her,your) innermost being, and as if it was an indifferent mountain, I was huddling to him(it) to sleep in his(her,your) hillsides.