Saturday, May 31, 2008

A scene from the movie: Braveheart


With his resolute blue look, he stood up on the cart. The horses were dragging it slowly. Thousands of people were there around him, all shouting, spluttering at his face, they were bellicose, throwing all what they could find at him just to be cruel and hurt his feelings.

You can read in the eyes of every one the big envy they had to eradicate him. You just ask yourself; do they really hate him that much?
I doubt it, yes, because he has the purity and the courage in his looks.
When the cart was going on its way, I saw him not caring about anyone. He was in another universe, like if his soul had already been taken somewhere else.
Finally, he arrived to the scene, and which scene? The scene of death, where he had to show for the last times his courage and bravery.
He came down from the carriage and went near to the platform.
Here………I don’t really know what can the one of us feel when he sees such strong determinate eyes facing everything and everyone without fears.
All people there stopped talking and shouting, when he was near to death.
You wonder where their anger is. Weren’t they all pugnacious?
They stayed silent, just staring at him, unable to pronounce a word.
Two men came and attached him with a thread from his hands and his feet.
After that, they started stretching him. What an awful of a torture it was.
The commander was besieging him to believe in his cause, but he refused even thought he was deeply hurt and extremely wounded.
His injuries wouldn’t have any sense if he followed them and gave up his thoughts.
Some of his friends were around, hiding their faces, looking at him. I guess they were really sorry for not being able to do anything.
The commander gave him a second chance to take his breath and think again.
He persisted on his believes, he wasn’t a simple combatant and kept being strong in front of the hostile law.
After they tortured him a second time, they asked him the ultimate question to give up and obey
I could understand that he was enough proud and brave to keep on walking on the same way till the end.
It was time for the execution.
He looked to all people, in his visual imagination saw for the last time a small child, symbol of innocence and purity and shouted with all what he has as force: FREEeeeDOMmmmmm!
Silence reigned, he is dead! His tight hand disappeared, his fingers were totally opened and the small white handkerchief felt down.
I could read sadness in their looks, like if they are regretting his death. Surely they were.

His friends after that decided to continue defending the same cause.
And here, a wonderful big scene of fight appears!
Two groups, two enemies, both looking at each other ……………. That was the last seconds before the plunge…….

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