Il Maestro e il Poeta si guardarono e poi dissero... va bene, faremo questo viaggio.
E così erano tornati al posto dove si trovava la navicella nel giorno stabilito. Avevano lasciato detto a casa che si sarebbero allontanati per alcuni giorni.
Arrivarono la mattina presto, il sole stava sorgendo.
Benvenuti, dissi loro, saliamo a bordo.
Entrammo tutti e tre sulla navicella, dove c'era già mio marito.
Salendo a bordo il Maestro e il Poeta rimasero colpiti dagli interni nella nave, fatta apparentemente di metallo, ma in realtà era una sostanza che non avevano mai visto e neppure toccato, almeno nei ricordi della loro vita terrestre.
Fecero alcuni passi all'interno e seduto in un angolo scorsero la figura di mio marito, che ai loro occhi appariva come una sagoma semi-trasparente di luce azzurrina.
Ah, buongiorno, disse il Maestro, qui la possiamo vedere meglio.
Mio marito, che chiamerò da ora in poi Y, li salutò sorridendo e facendo un cenno con la mano.
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| God and Goddess with Blissful Rain - Digital art and Photography by Vanessa Schlachtaub Bruni © 23 July 2015 |
And so I said to the Master and to the Poet ... If you like we could go together, we'll go to heaven with my spaceship.
The Master and the Poet looked at each other and then said ... okay, we're going to make this trip.
And so they were back to the place where was the ship on the day established. They had left home saying that they would be away for a few days.
They arrived early in the morning, the Sun was rising.
Welcome, I told them, we climb aboard.
We entered all three on the spacecraft, where there was already my husband.
Climbing aboard the Master and the Poet remained impressed by the sight of the ship interiors, apparently made of metal, but in reality it was a substance that they had never seen and touched before, at least in the memories of their earthly life.
They made some steps inside and sitting in the corner they saw the figure of my husband, which in their eyes was a semi-transparent shape of blue light.
"Ah, good morning, " - said the Master, "here we can see you better."
My husband, who I'll call from now Y greeted them, smiling and making a gesture with his hand.
Read here the previous part of the tale: The voyage in Renaissance's Florence (5)
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| Clouds in the sky - July 23th 2015 - Photography by VSB © |
