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I wrote tis book when I was in Ladakh, but the story came up into my mind while I was trekking in Nepal with a guy who loved nothing but yoghurt. I used pen, paper and nylon threads. It's part of my art portfolio. See www.silviasellitto.com silviasellitto.blogspirit.com
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Once upon a timethere was a Man
who was living on his own in a wee housenear the highest lakein the whole world.
He did not love people,nor the fake soundsnor the fake soundsof the cities
He loved only one thing
The yoghurt
He did not know Donna, but she did know Goldmundvery well
I’ll tell you much more...she had been in love with himsince ever,sincewhen she saw him coming on thatbright nightbright nightto the village andunder the same starry skygoing awaybathing in the silence of thefullmoonmoon
and then one night....Goldmund,as he came and soon after went away,in the same way he came backfordisappearing againas long as theas long as thehunger would push himone more timeto Donna’s village
I’m alive springand you are earth burnt by loneliness and pride
you will feed me everyday
with the only thing that I really love love
and I will provide you with food and a bed
where to sleep and dream
So, Goldmund took Donna with him.EverydayGoldmund was drinking Donna’s sapwhileDonna wasfeeling the meaning of her soft thighs the meaning of her soft thighs and of her cosy bosomflowing in her veinsas well asthe meaning of her bodybrimming with LifeLifeand Desire
But Life and experiences teach us thatwhen only one person is offeringheart and thoughtswhilethe Other onethe Other oneonlyflesh and things ...
Love and the energy between two peopleare boundto extinguish soon
Therefore Donna ended uprealizingthat Goldmundwas keeping on loving heronlybecause of what sheCOULDCOULDgive himand notbecause of what sheWANTED togive him
So one night without moonDonnaleft Glodmundto a destiny of OBLIVIONorAAWAKENING.
On that morningGoldmundvomitedall the yoghurt
Goldmundnever stopped waiting for her,sitting on the shore of the lake, on his favourite rock
It was a big rock, white, very smooth
From time to time the birds were landing there, the birds were landing there, and rest just for a few seconds
For years Goldmund looked and looked far far awaybut always to the wrong direction