DEMIAN (feat. Mario Pergolini)

During that last night of camp
The clouds covered the Moon and blocked the light
There was something in the air
A premonition that not everything could go well
It would be too perfect

The fire, already dim, shot some sparks
But, barely, it didn't serve as a source of heat
At the end of the storytelling round
The children slowly got up from the ground
And headed to their tents to rest

Some wanted to continue
But tiredness and the stories
Had already made most of them drowsy

Demian, on the other hand, was wide awake
And still in front of the fire
In the solitude of the night, there was very little noise
Some distant crickets, the wind, and in front of him
What was left of the fire

Minutes passed and his gaze remained there, unchanged
After a gust of wind that threatened the remains of the bonfire
Demian's presence on that cold night became apparent
His gaze continued frozen on the embers
When a drop of blood began to flow from his nose

Without moving much
And with a determination not very characteristic of himself
Demian slowly removed a burning piece of wood from the fire
And held it in his hand, enduring the pain
And watching as it burned slowly

Without caring at all
He got up from his place with difficulty
Waited a few seconds
And began to walk in a straight line
Towards his companions' tents