Birds were singing in the damned jungle as we were walking since three days and three nights. Our steps were following us in silence and i was before him.
“One more time” he said, as the sun was going down
“Tell me again how in which place we will go”
“We’re going to the Dome and where we are going are living hopeless people. The Dome is a huge place in the heart of the forest and i’ve heard we could see it shine at night.”
Birds were singing in the damned jungle as we were walking to the so-called Dome. He was patiently following the road and the sun was going down and he asked again:
“Tell me all those people who built the Dome, why did they had to escape?”
It was a good question so i took my time before i answered, refering to the things i have heard about it.
“20 years ago, i think, the first insane child was born, and after that spreaded an epidemia. Each town received a child or two, but no one at this time could tell they were insane. They were crazy only by the fact that they had the faculty to be bored of everything after a few minutes. Many of them attempted suicide so the others understood that they had to find a place to go. Then they built this huge Dome in the heart of the forest and i’ve heard we could see it shine at night.”
Days passed by, we were walking to a certain death, and i began to think that the Dome might be a myth. But one day as the sun was going down i was struck by an anguish, a feverishness.
I heard the music and i saw the light, a huge sphere of crystal was rising up in front of us. Inside i could saw the shadows of young mans and ladies. Two thousand perfect pictures of me and him, drinking fluorescent glasses together in the Dome. All we could heard was the strange music and the light was creating red and yellow birds in the middle of the night.
“We’re going to the Dome and where we are going are living hopeless people. The Dome is a huge place in the heart of the forest and i’ve heard we could see it shine at night. Inside are gathered desesperate persons, the lost ones searching for paradise. I’ve heard they were young and yet all they seem to do is to talk slowly.”
interesting…very interesting.
repitition does get slightly tiring after a while but mayb i got your point….but mayb i didnt?
don’t worry, it was a compliment. i just don’t think i fully grasped the story.
thanks. this is a story i used to tell my cousin when we were teens. he was always sad and had this violence inside him that i couldn’t understand at this time. so i invented this Dome in the forest where we would escape and everytime he was angry i told him this story to calm him down.
After that, he composed a guitar partition to fit with the words so that’s why there’s a lot of repetitions in this version. I don’t see him anymore but i still sing this song when i feel down to give myself hope in something better. Maybe somebody should build this Dome in the forest so everyone who feel like me could find some peace in this world.
D. xx