“ Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet seclum in favilla,
Teste David cum Sybilla.”
“Day of wrath and doom impending.
David’s word with Sibyl’s blending,
Heaven and earth in ashes ending.”
People chanting, addressing their innermost private thoughts to the godheads they bow to. The Seine is rapturous and looks as if its green waters flowed with even more agitation.
Some cry, shocked couples hug each other, moms and their strollers run wildly towards the subway stop. The chaos is incredible, the disorientation you can perceive is not far from being apocalyptic. But, to the eye of the crazy, such a disarray can be seen as almost majestic.
And that’s the case of the silver-haired, dark-clothed, middle-aged man who is standing among everyone else, but definitely still stands out.
«The Lord has come to save us all, us his humble subjects, from the sins of the world!». Some are frightened by his words but most people don’t even seem to be listening. «The obscene acts that we sinners have committed will be washed away and forgiven. It’s the end!», the man yells while he frantically gesticulates.
As he speaks, his skinny hands touch his face first, then go down to his neck, they almost embrace him and just when he is about to shred his sleeves, he realises a sweet, petite young girl is looking at him from below. What most catches his attention is the more and more wide-opened big emerald eyes of the little angel.
The man remains silent.
The tiny girl unfolds her ridiculously small blanket, puts it on the bare ground, kneels down on it and starts praying. «God, help my people. Do something», she slowly whispers.
The angry and suffering look on the man’s face fades into a tender and subtle smile.
He sits down next to her, closes his black eyes and, soon after, a tear streams down his cheek.
The man takes a long sigh and he realises that he in not at peace, he cannot be now and doesn’t even seem to be able to look at a world in which he is. But, deep down, he knows he is going to be, and the Lady with him.