«It wasn’t the sun»

Abu Ali *) Toni Serra · 19.01.2017 · Last update: 16.06.2026 · Translation: Claude (Anthropic) · Project The Triumph of Defeat · Topics: serra, ruins, sun, el triunfo de la derrota

On 19 January 2017, Abu Ali writes on Facebook:

Each time… what we see after contemplation -the resonant, remnant image-
or after the dream
what we see here in an imaginal world with no outside
we recognise it as the most intimate… as a symbol that has eyes of its own…
like what we saw.. at six in the morning… do you remember?
a moonset among red clouds…. a dawn among delicate blues…
a world goes out just at the moment when another is born...
the world that goes out... like a sunset in full dawn ...it was the moonset... the world that goes out is only the reflection of the true sun...
and when darkness and light meet... yes... that moment when the door opens... that interstice... to the barzaj... in which the head falls inert on the pillow... or on the lover... or the body on the earth... or the seed on the earth
in that moment when darkness and light merge, the reddish tones appear… dusk… but also the most delicate blues… dawn…
but what did we really see?…
did we see dawn and dusk?
or two dawns….. or perhaps two dusks?

At what moment does the world find itself?... when the sad and lucid words of friends arrive... of sisters... and one knows that that sun will no longer light the earth... or will do so with darkness...
perhaps because it wasn't the sun... only our impatience for the light made us take it for the sun...
it wasn't sun and therefore its night was not the night of rest

and those blues so soft?…
all that was out there… we saw it with little Jazmin at six in the morning.. when we saw Alí off on his way to school…among the olive trees
and it resembles what I saw inside… when the news of the new emperor arrived…
it arrived with force but as if dead…. like the distant echo of an unreal storm … of a world that goes out and at the same time expands…

how strange!

But you know?.. here now is time to plant seeds…
and we have always planted the seeds from here… not the plastic wheat… but the ancient seeds… but right now we have learned that there are still some even more ancient seeds… black wheat they call it.. for the colour of the ear…

so the seeds will go, like us, into the earth …
and today zoubida has dreamed of the seeds… she held them in her hand to sow and at the same time she too was the earth

isn’t it so?