Alone and trembling I find you with eyes so wide that I can think of people, with your body that forms a bold knot. I fear. Have you seen it? Did you do the wrong thing? Did you see the angel from the front? The cold and the feeling of absence that surround you do not help me imagine anything good.

I approach hoping that your meeting with the angel is only a dream. How many times have we warned you of the danger? Infinite You didn't listen, you didn't understand the risk.

I feel guilty. Two hours ago one of them stopped its flight over the Plaza del Sol. It landed in the amphitheater and flapped its wings with force, letting old feathers escape. The children - who know nothing about these things - ran playing to collect them. Their mothers challenged them. I saw that some cunningly hid the remains of the great plumage in their clothes. Fortunately, the caretaker collected the remaining ones in bags that go directly to the crematoriums. It was beautiful to see how he managed to insert orange, yellow, blue, green and red feathers without touching them. The beauty of the scene enraptured me, forgetting me. A passing oblivion, much less than the looks and kisses. When I remembered an hour had passed and the air was full of angels. I looked for you to rescue you, I know how naive you are, naive to the point of descending through the angel's eye into oblivion. And you see, he was right, you had seen it.

I enter my gaze on yours and, as expected, I see that you are not there. Non-existence has captured you, you do not know words, silences, plumage. You do not live more than your body without feeling. Your soul gives into the essential void. I invent a solution. I hug you, I kiss you, I transmit the warmth of my life but you remain cold. I smile but you are still blind to my feelings. Your eyes are not seeds and they contemplate the shadows of what will be without knowing it. I bring a mirror. I place it in front of you so you can see yourself. The absence of essence eats away at you. I despair.

I am looking for the angel who forgot you. I find him at the entrance of the cinema, taking off the shadows of his owners. I tremble. He introduces strange melodies in my mind, trying to confuse me. I close my eyes and walk up to him. I feel his sigh of light stirring my hair. My mind lights up, an ideal heat tickling my veins. I guess close. Hugs me. I hug him too and the feathers on his back melt in my hands. We kissed. I forget. I find you.