The Guerrila Man
A woman who finds her real soul mate in spite of being married in an unthinkable place on a hard circumstance.
Soil cracked as the invisible whirl purled underground. Predators were on the run from the unseen beast coming out. And other living creatures went around frenziedly. All this was everywhere.
There was no escape.
Suddenly, a mighty thunder quaked the earth. It was God’s fury unleashed as He poured down his sorrow. In a far spot, nobody was stirred up by the pandemonium -reigning over the heart of the jungle. Fearless men, who always ridded until the doors of hell and went back again, were there.
So, the small camp was quiet going through the downpour.
On the dung, on one side of the shelter, the woman, coiled -with head over knees, went through the spiral of her inner world.
She floated unconsciously as the insect did instinctual finding a bore; but there was none.
Her dominance apparently infinite had become finite. They despoiled her of her world, above all, of her cause and followers. She was an object to trade now. No longer was she a lioness roaming on the streets; justly a beast caged in the heart of the forest -by people like her but in a distinct way.
As the rain fell gently over the green forest and reptiles abounded in the labyrinth of streams along; the man, in green uniform, whose presence got a sort of aura of mightiness, seated at the wooden board waited for another man to present.
A swarthy mole of cropped-up hair walked into the hut to snatch himself to attention before the other man.
The woman, hushed and stuck in the same position, heard the account of the guerrilla man’s action. His words hammered her ego. Then she longed to become gigantic and smashed with her fits the unrighteousness. But, at the same time, a pity came over her so that she raised her sight at the soldier there.
The commander analyzed the facts as scratched his eyes with his fingers.
As she listened the brief of her re-capture in details, she sensed herself like a dog in heat: rabid and foaming. The same man who had joined her in soul and body - meanwhile she bathed in the river- had brought her back to her captures. She could not understand his actions. At that time, love had its own voice; but force’s spoke now.
Then she comprehended that chance was a survival of religion as she ran lost around the jungle - attempting to free herself. She longed to place herself anywhere else in space and time, and so to change the course of nature. But it could not be so. Not before neither this time. Events took place beyond her knowledge and control.
It had not been torn yet the veil that left the truth bare. In a former existence, she had held the commander in captivity and had not let love the woman who was in the present the guerrilla man in love with her. She had come into life to pay back with suffer her ill deeds of the past.
Her life was not slave to others’. But she was never aware of that she attempted to enslave others by her political ideas. Now it was she who had been suppressed by men who shared her own cause. However their means were different. They used violence against people to make their will validate. Oppositely she exercised the charm of words to bring people into her cause and to have volunteers to aid the defenseless.
Her forest was a sea of men in arms there. Their rapid fires were trees. And, her tough mettle was her flame.
As a serpent that stifled her around her bonny neck was the clear perception of that man, who had held in captivity in the jungle, was the half part of her soul missing. And she got such a feeling with every word said by each other, and when silence between them was an accomplice. Their hearts talked each other and shared great secrets of existence, at least, theirs. They experienced how a door was swung open when they were together. And, in fact, they had the same thoughts and were moved by the same principles. But, arms and bullets were his tools; and hers were words and rallies. In spite of this feeling he would not change his ways. And he let her no escape.
She longed to make herself invisible or small to run away; however her liberation came through an interchange of hostages.
Back to her world, she divorced her husband on account of that he was not meant to be her complement. She had carried on her cause through her entire life aware of that in this existence the guerrilla man was her half part of her soul missing.
There was no escape.
Suddenly, a mighty thunder quaked the earth. It was God’s fury unleashed as He poured down his sorrow. In a far spot, nobody was stirred up by the pandemonium -reigning over the heart of the jungle. Fearless men, who always ridded until the doors of hell and went back again, were there.
So, the small camp was quiet going through the downpour.
On the dung, on one side of the shelter, the woman, coiled -with head over knees, went through the spiral of her inner world.
She floated unconsciously as the insect did instinctual finding a bore; but there was none.
Her dominance apparently infinite had become finite. They despoiled her of her world, above all, of her cause and followers. She was an object to trade now. No longer was she a lioness roaming on the streets; justly a beast caged in the heart of the forest -by people like her but in a distinct way.
As the rain fell gently over the green forest and reptiles abounded in the labyrinth of streams along; the man, in green uniform, whose presence got a sort of aura of mightiness, seated at the wooden board waited for another man to present.
A swarthy mole of cropped-up hair walked into the hut to snatch himself to attention before the other man.
The woman, hushed and stuck in the same position, heard the account of the guerrilla man’s action. His words hammered her ego. Then she longed to become gigantic and smashed with her fits the unrighteousness. But, at the same time, a pity came over her so that she raised her sight at the soldier there.
The commander analyzed the facts as scratched his eyes with his fingers.
As she listened the brief of her re-capture in details, she sensed herself like a dog in heat: rabid and foaming. The same man who had joined her in soul and body - meanwhile she bathed in the river- had brought her back to her captures. She could not understand his actions. At that time, love had its own voice; but force’s spoke now.
Then she comprehended that chance was a survival of religion as she ran lost around the jungle - attempting to free herself. She longed to place herself anywhere else in space and time, and so to change the course of nature. But it could not be so. Not before neither this time. Events took place beyond her knowledge and control.
It had not been torn yet the veil that left the truth bare. In a former existence, she had held the commander in captivity and had not let love the woman who was in the present the guerrilla man in love with her. She had come into life to pay back with suffer her ill deeds of the past.
Her life was not slave to others’. But she was never aware of that she attempted to enslave others by her political ideas. Now it was she who had been suppressed by men who shared her own cause. However their means were different. They used violence against people to make their will validate. Oppositely she exercised the charm of words to bring people into her cause and to have volunteers to aid the defenseless.
Her forest was a sea of men in arms there. Their rapid fires were trees. And, her tough mettle was her flame.
As a serpent that stifled her around her bonny neck was the clear perception of that man, who had held in captivity in the jungle, was the half part of her soul missing. And she got such a feeling with every word said by each other, and when silence between them was an accomplice. Their hearts talked each other and shared great secrets of existence, at least, theirs. They experienced how a door was swung open when they were together. And, in fact, they had the same thoughts and were moved by the same principles. But, arms and bullets were his tools; and hers were words and rallies. In spite of this feeling he would not change his ways. And he let her no escape.
She longed to make herself invisible or small to run away; however her liberation came through an interchange of hostages.
Back to her world, she divorced her husband on account of that he was not meant to be her complement. She had carried on her cause through her entire life aware of that in this existence the guerrilla man was her half part of her soul missing.
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