What kind of storm was that?
It came from the west after that summer without winds
First like thin hair on the sky
then like heavy clouds reflecting patterns on the sea
The waves become silver blades,
soon everything was mixed and we were caught inside.
It took away our eyes,
It took away our skin, our nails,
It took away ourselves.
And happened silently
on the night after the storm
Amongst that unnatural blue,
unnatural things happened.
The shy turtle who uses to swim into the moonlight,
was kept in by that night,
as a somehow different being
While the big sun on the following morning,
competed the game.
We were turned into stones.
First was the monk, who never used to sleep.
then all the people in the village square,
hit by a new sun, astonished.
and as the day turned in white and turquoise,
the curious childs were staring at that new life
the gentle damsel came out
and so did the guys on the boat
even the seals
and with them, without distictions,
the dumb of the village
and the thin wise man
and, for last, the boy who was fishing on the rocks
after a very stange moonlit night
on the following dawn
the sky we used to know was back,
the green sea did return
Suddenly, as it came it went away,
we were stones no more.
And everyting was like before.
We, as after a nightmare,
had all back our skin, our nails, our eyes,
And stones returned to be just those pebbles we use to walk on
between the earth and the waves,
we did forget everything.
We forget easily.
Except for the lovers.
You can still look at them, by the beach.
But that’s another story,
as they choose eternity.
PHOTOGRAPHS and words BY MARCO DADONE
- Sigma Ambassador Italy -
WITH WIGMA 105 mm ART
and SIGMA 40 mm ART.
(and Sigma SDQH on the blue night photos,
with Sigma 28 mm Art)
by artist DANTE BARBAGALLO
shot in Liguria, Italy, autumn 2020.
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