Imagens de Pensamento de Walter Benjamin :: Henrique Bento

Once again
In my dream I was in the Haubinda boarding school where I grew up. The school building was behind me and I was walking in the forest towards Streufdorf, not a living soul around. But now this was not the point where the forest ends and the plain begins, where the village and the Straufhaim hill's peak appear in the landscape; as I climbed up a hill by a gentle slope it nearly sheered down on the other side, and from above a decreasing height as I was going down, I saw the landscape through an oval treetop as in an ebony black frame of an old picture. It didn't look at all like what I had imagined. The Schleusingen village was next to a big blue river which was actually quite far away and I couldn't figure it out: was it Schleusingen or Gleicherwiesen? Everything was bathed in coloured moisture, and for all that a heavy wet darkness dominated, as if the image was the field just painfully tilled in which the seeds of my future life had been sown at the time.

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