When the bells will ring no more...

When the bells will ring no more
When the bells will ring no more...
I.

Quiet. Surrounded in by a peaceful embrace, listening to the sounds of nothing. The sky is black, pitch black, with many dots, many diamonds, scattered up in the sky. And numb. No feeling, no thought, no idea rushes my mind, never. Never. Never. Never, never,never never...
Quiet. The steps of many people surrounding me. Sights. Their mouths are covered to conceal the shame of their sight. Their eyes are wide open, as if they could not believe what they saw, what they were feeling deep inside of them. A fast agonizing trail of disgust, all perversion now gone, all fear fertilizing their guts, passing throught their mouths, and stopping there, never leaving, never ceasing its knot shape, form.
There are many cars. They disturb the quiet peace of the scenario. Humans... Tires squeak with trembling adrenaline. There is man yelling at full throat, with full atority, and yet no one dares to listen. There, by the car, by the police car, gun at waist, badge at heart, yelling out orders, asking, pleading, demanding... By my side, a man is tyring to push life into me.
But I'm alive. As life as never. Never...never, never, never... The sea is by my side. It glistens under pale moonlight. It sickens. Small waves... walking slowly towards the pier, toward the rocks, towards nothing. They die in white foam. The sand is displaced once again, and the rocks fall under the pressure of many years of constant foaming, of constant pushing, of constant demands... And the sea is filled with salt.

II.
Quiet. All of them. All three of them. Quiet looking towards me, with look of horror, with looks of misunderstanding. I'm happy. I'm floating away from the scene, on an Ambulace car. And everything is white, and everything is calm, and I'm happy. And the truck stops. And I'm led into the hospital, with all its busy halls, and corners, and people yelling, and people cyring. And people waiting.
I'm led into the first hall that sees the entrance. And taken deep. And then we turn right into the right wing. And there are many people with me. And I'm the only one. And the room is filled with artificial lights and....
Then some young man helps me into my room, and onto my bed. And I smile. Because I'm alone in the room. Waiting, calmly, before my metamorphosis takes place. There is nighttable with some magazines. There is a Tv on my right. There is a man on television. His hair is dark, his pale is pale, and he kisses a pale woman with dark hair. And they both smile. Smile because they know they are happy, that their partner is happy. And that melts my heart, to see such tenderness, such love, such delicate mood of the heart.
But I'm interrupted by my doctor. His face is worried. His hands cover his mouth in surprise. And people check my pulse, and people negate, and cry. And my doctor orders, and I'm taken out, after 9 hours of waiting. Because now its day.
I can see, as I'm taken out of my room, that there is light outside. The trees are shining, and their shadows dance and flicker, with moving leaves. There seems to be something so innocent about such nature. Something not understandable... something beyond all imagination, and comprehension, and understanding.

III.

Quiet. There is complete darkness. The only light is that of lightbulb, a dim lightbulb at the center of the recangular room. I'm at one of the corner, smiling, and happy. And there is is man, working by the silver table, on the silver table, gathering materials, tools, etc.
Nothing shines. Nothing ever shined in that room of darkness. The man aproached, his face gloomed by the veil of light and the uncomprehendable blackness of life. He's holidng a knife. A small insicion knife. His are are.... His mouth is.... Everything becomes dimmer, dimmer, dimmer, forever...forever, forever, forever...