It was really late when Mark arrived; he was slowly coming to us. First He was a diffuse shadow on the horizon, surrounded by the big fat old sun. San Tropez used to be a calm city until war came upon it, then it became portray of violence and sorrow. May God free us all from devil.

Mark had his rifle hanging on his back obliquely and the shadow projected by his body quickly faded away once he reached the Base:

-Twenty dead; the insurgents besieged a school to get him… You know what anger does on people, and let us not mention the fact it was a massive amount of them… collectivities tend not to think with reason but with spirit.- Then his eyes went down and silence showed its tender and soft, tempting claws.

I spotted a tiny seagull rounding the coast –now empty and grey-, its eyes caught my attention so strongly I started feeling dizzy, not sure whether by  the warm weather or by the look in its eyes, there was something that alarmed me, its eyes were an ominous.

-I still don’t get why the fuck we're so concerned in that boy, I do understand that as soldiers we must obey orders, but fighting these senseless wars is just absurd. And now, the insurgents kill twenty children just because they couldn’t get the motherfucking child.- The silence was broken as if a stone had been thrown to a window.

-But Noran, that child has enough power to govern the entire world.-Said Mark

The seagull flew away, far away from the beach and the sun was flying away too, night arrived.

-What I mean is that there’s no point Mark, it’s us fighting for someone uncatchable, what you just said, he can govern world. How do we fight God’s equal on earth?

-Don’t you worship him, nor underestimate him.  He’s chiefly a really smart guy.

-But… -I broke in- Why were you the only one who knew about him?- I was still watching the sea illuminated by the light the moon had borrowed from the sun.

-I can’t say that either.

-Fuck you Mark-said Noran.

-It’s time to go to the bedrooms. It’s an order –Mark said this while steadily watching Noran’s face.

And so, we went to the bedrooms. I kept thinking about the child and the seagull, I felt deep inside me that there was a connection between them.  Mark had always been an enigmatic guy, when I first saw him He was a cape, it was matter of just few months for him to be ascended to Sergeant, now he’s Coronel.  The rest of high command don’t like him at all, envy surely.

Time, the war is timeless. I’ve reached the window, I can see the stars glowing, brightening the sky. The milky-way seems to salute me “Corporal, so we meet again” and I feel she’s taking care of me from billion light-years away. I now turn the page, and my diary is about to reach the end of the day. It’s about to be twelve o’clock, I should attempt to sleep, but it’s useless.  I should stop writing down, and rest my hand… But I can see the seagull watching me from the cost, nearby the pier.

I woke up two hours ago, at 5300, something happened tonight. Noran caught a weird illness. I can barely write down on my diary, I believe the child is in the perimeter.  We’ve just entered a building beside the beach, the waves can be heard from here bumping into the pier, squash, squash, some longer, some shorter.

I’m scared, it’s been 4 hours since we entered here, and we got lost, there’s no apparent exit though there was an entrance. The chants of a seagull resonate.

-Mark was not sure about this; we could not trust him. You understand me right? You get me right? He… he was going insane; there’s just insanity in this place, this damned place. Let me see this…  Oh it’s a diary, you write really nice, you should publish a book, but dead can’t. So that’s it, I’m going to shoot you too.

Dear diary, today I saw a man staring at me, he was dressed as a soldier, and kept his eyes right on mine. I got scared and took off the ground. I wonder what he might have thought. I’m afraid I won’t be able to support this pressure. I can’t go on being so vast. My soul’s divided in three. I had to kill you Mark. I’ll sing, sing to the stars, sing to the sun, sing to the void, April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain May she will stay Resting in my arms again June she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night July she will fly And give no warning to her flight August die she must The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September I remember A love once new has now grown old.