'In the out of the west beach of the village there is an island and on it there's a huge temple, full of bells' , said a woman.
The boy noticed that she was wearing weird clothes and her head was covered by a veil. He has never seen her before. ' Did you visit that temple?' , she asked. 'Go there, and tell me how it seems to you.'.
Attracted by the woman's beauty, the boy walked to the indicated place. He sat on the sand and scanned the horizon with the look, but he didn't see anything excepting the ordinary landscape: the blue sky and the ocean.
Dissapointed, he went in a close fishermen village and there asked about an island and a temple. ' Oh, it existed a long time ago, in the time of my grand-grandparents ' , said an old fisherman. 'There was an earthquake and the island sunk in the sea. But even though we cannot see the island, we still can hear the bells in the temple on it when the sea makes them swing, there, in its depth.'
The boy went back on the beach and tried to hear the bells. He staid there the whole afternoon but he didn't manage to hear something more than the sound of the waves and the shouts of the sea-gulls.
When the night fell down, his parents came to look for him. Next morning, he went back to the beach. He couldnt imagine that a beautiful woman was able to lie him. If she had returned he would have told her that he didn't see the island, but he heared the bells in the temple made to move by the water.
The boy stayed every day on the shore of the sea trying to hear the bells. He wasn't interested by the school and by his friends anymore. Despite de fact he didn't manage to hear the bells in the temple, nonetheless, he managed to learn new things. He realised that as much as he listened the sound of the waves, his attention didn't seem to be diverted by them.
[...]
After almost a year, the boy thought ' maybe these men are right. It is better to grow up and become a fisherman, to come here everyday here, on this beach, because I'm starting to like it. '
[...]
The boy was happy - and only how a child can - he felt himself full of gratidute for being alive. He knew that he didn't loose his time for nothing, because he learnt how to reflect and how to venerate the nature.
And then, because he was listening to the sea, the sea-gulls, to the wind and the palm leaves, to the voices of his friends, he heared the first bell sound. And another one, and another one, untill, luckily, all the bells of the sunk temple were ringing.
The boy noticed that she was wearing weird clothes and her head was covered by a veil. He has never seen her before. ' Did you visit that temple?' , she asked. 'Go there, and tell me how it seems to you.'.
Attracted by the woman's beauty, the boy walked to the indicated place. He sat on the sand and scanned the horizon with the look, but he didn't see anything excepting the ordinary landscape: the blue sky and the ocean.
Dissapointed, he went in a close fishermen village and there asked about an island and a temple. ' Oh, it existed a long time ago, in the time of my grand-grandparents ' , said an old fisherman. 'There was an earthquake and the island sunk in the sea. But even though we cannot see the island, we still can hear the bells in the temple on it when the sea makes them swing, there, in its depth.'
The boy went back on the beach and tried to hear the bells. He staid there the whole afternoon but he didn't manage to hear something more than the sound of the waves and the shouts of the sea-gulls.
When the night fell down, his parents came to look for him. Next morning, he went back to the beach. He couldnt imagine that a beautiful woman was able to lie him. If she had returned he would have told her that he didn't see the island, but he heared the bells in the temple made to move by the water.
The boy stayed every day on the shore of the sea trying to hear the bells. He wasn't interested by the school and by his friends anymore. Despite de fact he didn't manage to hear the bells in the temple, nonetheless, he managed to learn new things. He realised that as much as he listened the sound of the waves, his attention didn't seem to be diverted by them.
[...]
After almost a year, the boy thought ' maybe these men are right. It is better to grow up and become a fisherman, to come here everyday here, on this beach, because I'm starting to like it. '
[...]
The boy was happy - and only how a child can - he felt himself full of gratidute for being alive. He knew that he didn't loose his time for nothing, because he learnt how to reflect and how to venerate the nature.
And then, because he was listening to the sea, the sea-gulls, to the wind and the palm leaves, to the voices of his friends, he heared the first bell sound. And another one, and another one, untill, luckily, all the bells of the sunk temple were ringing.
TO BE CONTINUED...
