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Funtana ona was a shelter of shade and fresh water placed along the dry pathways of the valley. A holm, two oaks and three stones under a vault of leaves. Carved in the black rock, the fountain was perched in the middle of a hard clay meadow, split by a groove which diverted the water to the road. Two springs: the lower one, for the livestock, and the top one, at hips’ height, as clear and crystalline as the mirror of the soul. The spring vein came out reboiling from a wound in the rock, just below the water level. The fountain looked like something alive, and the thirsty could feel the whole of that something , which embraced them up when they approached it to drink. Drinking itself was a divine magic, and the eye, by seeing in the water the known face, went deeper, under the limpid dark, until it uncovered the last treasures of the heart. Funtana ‘ona: the rest of the ones who knew no rest, the water of oblivion for the labour of all time. In the stone at the foot of the big holm tiu Portolu’s thoughts, meditated on the tip of his lips, interwoven inside the threads of his white beard. His face, scorched by a thousand suns, was Bachiseddu’s book of why, the boy got lost in the concave folds of a thousand questions. Polished shining di fresi, tiu Portolu looked like he was a whole with the rock of the fountain. His stick standing straight between his feet supported both his hands which were resting one on the other hidden behind his beard. His legs flayed, his elbows touching his knees, in a way of sitting which was rest and expectation, he seemed to move like a wild olive tree rod, that suddenly stretches. In order not to bother the man, Bachiseddu sat on the ground, opposite him, his legs crossed, heel on heel. His knees boxed in the folded arms, his hands clasped and his head leaned on one side, his eyes rapt by the man and the Fountain. Tiu Portolu was everything to Bachiseddu, young shepherd boy, orphan of father and mother, with only ten sheep, two goats and a little dog. Ready and clear, from those wise lips, the old man’s answers gave savour to each why, and Bachiseddu liked that those words were uttered by tiu Portolu, meditated and chosen especially for him, one by one. “And what are these few moments for? I’d like to stay with him all day. This evening I’ll be back at Funtana ‘Ona”. The stone under the big holm, however, was empty when evening came. The reboiling sound of the fountain seemed to be imitating tiu Portolu’s rumbling . The sun was setting and, before going down, it played with the clouds lighting them up in red and yellow colours. The birds greeted the fountain farewell with their last round flights of the day. Bachiseddu laughed on his own, playing with the water of the top spring and immersing his whole head in that limpid, fresh pleasure. Suddenly his smile turned to wonder. Procumbent and open-mouthed, his arms folded on his back, his body protruding forwad, the boy was following with his eyes wide open what he was seeing. From the bottom of the fountain water –from beneath the green wool of the pool- a lot of lunittedas de prata* had risen. These swam after one another trying to catch each other, growing in number and size, they had started to form a whirlpool which spun more and more impetuously, moving up to the water surface; turning around faster and faster in a vortex, they had created a hole and – splashing up some water- they jumped out of it and flew in the air. Then the hum became sound and what seemed to be wind calmed down, turning into a band of flesh which- surrounding the boy- had wrapped him in, stunning and lifting him in flight. Later the sound had turned to music and the band of flesh became a woman. She was big, fat and tender, dressed in flowers and smiles, she had good-hearted eyes and gave the soft caresses of a mum. Everything was music, light and flowers in this nothing which kept him in anxiety. Alcionio

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