Sea Stones
without the mirror of the scars
They started with physical encounters with each other, accusing each other of crudeness. What time! Would you please look at the steps where? And you what? ... But the years passed. The centuries passed.
The sea caressed them, filed them, calmed them. Slowly, with that calm which only gives the time, they accommodate in their bed with movements small, imperceptible.
One day they realized that they could not live without the other, the dark without the company of whites, the smooth without the mirror of the scars of the most daring.
They were now as one body, huge and diverse, sleeping the dream of a sea, when tired, it need to rest its head on the pillow stones that supports it.
Montserrat Cornelles