hallucinated happiness

even broken in body and spirit, smiles with joy

He has seen, in painfully clear visions, memories of a happiness that should haveremained in the void where he has locked himself.

Because behind him, atthe foot of a post and with his legs raised, tangled in barbed-wire, his loved son liesface down to the sun, dead since ten that morning.

The father feels his senses leaving him when he quickly sees his sonstepping out from a side path

crossing a.

for the first time in the last three hours,realizes that he has not heard a sound after the blast if the Saint-Etienne

Nature continues to stand still. And when the father had gone over all of thefamiliar hunting paths and had explored the marshlands in vain, he knew withcertainty that each step forward would bring him, relentlessly and brutally, to thebody of his son

His son should already be back

Without paying any more attention to the menial event, the man distracts himselfwith his work.

Two fewer dovesin the forest

He had once seen him rolling, covered in blood

because this father, of weak stomach andpoor eyesight, has for some time suffered from hallucinations

it is not easy for a widowed father, who without any other faith orhope in life other than his son

The father had been the same. At thirteen he would have given his life for ashotgun. His son, at the same age, now had one—; and his father smiled.

The father doesn’t even have to raise his head from his chores to follow his son’spath: already across the reddened path and walking upright to the forest past theopening in the grass field

surucua

yacu-toro

He balances the shotgun in his hand

young child, while picking up the shotgun

“Be careful, little one.”

When the stars threw down their spears 

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?