Sunday, January 22, 2006

A Lullaby

A sweet lullaby could be heard around the wooden cradle, embedded in a large field of wheat, underneath a clear blue sky.

On the ground, near the cradle, there was a walking stick that seemed to belong to nobody.

Then it was night, and in the cold empty streets of a city, a crippled man lied alone on a sidewalk. A dog was snatching off the remainings of his mutilated leg.

At the other end of the street, in a room that smelled just like home, a baby lied in a rocking chair in the corner, near the fire. He had his eyes closed as he listened to somesort of a magical whispering, like a sweet lullaby so peaceful and so pure.

On the wall, near the fire, hung a painting of Van Gogh.

© Maldoror37 - 2006

8 Comments:

Blogger zwixo said...

ok. nice. which painting?

3:14 PM  
Blogger Maldoror said...

None in particular. Just the style :)

2:42 PM  
Blogger Joumana said...

You paint with words :)

8:55 PM  
Blogger Maldoror said...

Thank you Joumana :)

1:29 AM  
Blogger Delirious said...

Poor man :(

10:38 AM  
Blogger Maldoror said...

Indeed,Delirious :P
A man's misfortunes are sometimes merely dog feasts. :)

4:57 AM  
Blogger zwixo said...

...so, can it be a fake Van Gogh!

1:55 PM  
Blogger Maldoror said...

It is a possibility! But then life would lose all meaning!

9:22 AM  

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