Graciana Petrone
De noted by all that is magnetized in the eyes we get to have the properties of steel or colored flares of the feasts of the village. At warn the magnitudes of the shadows, the audacity of the doors of the cinemas (which are closed in the morning) or the smell of syrup dripping with women and children, we feel like a sweat-soaked glass desperate and that's when ratified our bliss magnet to find that even the most minute details of the sidewalks, shop windows and crowds button at the eyelids us so that our silence is like a dance and roam kermes where all the visions of the day . A priest with his robe extreme walks among the people and we find an eclipse. Nothing we are indifferent, or the horns of the cars or the train whistle, While reaching into our homes and find the room empty and lonely, please let us pinched like a sponge and pour the amber of our body on all that love, or around us.
From the series of stories "lovers tricked"
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