The street was empty, remember my heart full of torn posters that left only read a few sentences here and there, swept by a warm wind carried the dust around and leaves.
I can still hand the weight of silence, the weight of the toy with his mouth flamboyant.
I could not run away anywhere, know your fears and you always leave a name and an address where the duty to be confused with death. That name was written on a telephone, a pen that the rain had drool and become fog. Needless to change it: no one but me would have never played at that bell.
On the first floor of this derelict building that had seen better days, I expected no no smile, no pleasantries, just the specific questions that await answers in monosyllables made: you must give answers without hesitation, in front of watchful eyes to your eyes and every little useless silence.
There were no common questions to which they can prepare in front of a mirror, there were no certainties or solutions: the game was always difficult and slow, controlled movements done and noticed a game of chess where there are no written rules, only conventions and tacit agreements that the time has turned into laws.
I opened the door for the usual person who sometimes had covered the last hours of those days restless. Sitting on a dirty leather couch was a girl I had never seen, looking up alluded to something that looked like a smile. It was so beautiful that clashed with everything else. The only question that came to mind was why he was there.
The TV was on and she was waiting, as if talking to an oracle.
The man handed me a wallet with some money inside, a driver's license, identification cards and some other useless: it was the last hope, the last glimmer of light.
The girl stood up suddenly, came around to say a name, her, I look straight into my eyes I give my car keys and told me not to forget his face. Soon I would see. When
things change, you never know when something begins or is about to end.
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