B A L T H U S
Over the hill
"None can deny I’ve walked a lot to reach the bottom of that hill. Through deserts. Across oceans. Even through luxurious rainforests.
I dared to climb higher mountains. I’ve been reckless, facing dangers while smiling. So when I’ve seen that lovely little hill, I hit the road once again trustfully.
Did I lose myself meanwhile ? Did I cross the wrong path ? Has my courage flown away ?
I guess I came too late in fact. Or just right too soon if we looked the way from the top of that hill.
So I feel damn stupid at the bottom of that hill, staring at the top with no eager.
Though, on the way, I kept shouting in pace and joy that it had to be so swell to be, at last, over the hill. Reaching as well the top and the end of my journey.
There are no flower at the bottom of that hill. And the land seems so dry. I guess I’ve known much welcoming places. For that bottom turns to a boondocks, I can’t figure the way back.
But I do remember all I have to do is sit. And wait once again for that lovely little blond-headed girl. For she promised me the first meeting she’ll surely catch me up on my next stop to grab my hand and take me to play head over heel."
Arthur Gessean, in "Fuck i did not mark on the calendar the Day of the Resurrection !", Vanity Bonfire Publishing, coll. "Opuless Artists", July 2006.
