'White foam,
gray the waves;
beyond sunset
my course leads.
Salt is foam,
and free is the wind;
I hear how it roars
the intense sea.
Goodbye friends.
Raised the candles,
the east wind
las tenses tense ... '(1)
Fisterra. The old Finis Terrae. The end of the earth. The kingdom of the sunset, inside of whose waters there lives a terrible monster that swallows the sun every sunset, to regurgitate it with the dawn.
The kingdom of the ancestors, the kingdom of the dead. The Amenti of the ancient Egyptians ... And now what, the pilgrim asks himself when he arrives. There is only one answer: now another Way begins. The Way of Return.
Gone are the old boots, as offerings to the voracious manes and the new steps sound differently. If the Way of Ida went to Death, the Way of Return returns to Life. They are the two roads of the World.
The cycle that the Sun travels every day. And between one and the other - the pilgrim knows it - the Miracle is produced. That is to say, the Transformation.
Iza, then, like Bilbo the sails, pilgrim, and part with the east wind, straining the moorings to plunge into a sea full of dreams.
Bibliography:
(1) John Ronald Reuen Tolkien: 'The last song of Bilbo', Editorial Planeta, S.A., 2010.
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