foreigners have crossed my path. seemed unconcerned, distracted, absorbed in some kind of gloomy thoughts. faces tense and contracted spewed contempt. their eyes were reflected in the blue sky, losing occasionally. their expressions expressed anger angry with yourselves, pure and simple spite, like a beaten dog that growls against the stick of the master.
I sat in a corner of hope, with his back to a wired network. the bones of the spine were exploring each mesh of the fence, aching. I did not speak, I did not want to. I was just losing a bit 'precious time, watching the world outside , so different and complicated than of in . I was philosophizing about nothing, with a quiet nostalgia as a companion.
unexpected intrusion I was awakened abruptly, as a seizure hit straight to the brain, conscious disturbed my sleep. I was drawing imaginary landscapes in my head and suddenly all became gray ash, sadly abandoned by their creator, so similar to outside I could not find any difference. so frightening and grotesque, that the heart has stopped and the closing of your throat suddenly. Funeral to be issued so the smell of corpse. So sad, to force the eyes to tears .
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