A sunny morning in October, in which the incipient heat, was perceived on my skin. She was sitting under a tree stained with hope. The snails of a wet winter, they left a path towards the beautiful dreams.
Reading a novel, a memory shot from a page, which made me happy with wild flowers, the sleeping thought. I discovered the man that I would love until the end of my time. I folded the page, and among the silent letters, I made a ball of multicolored wool, and rolled through the unknown.
A giant figure, dressed in a silver-brown suit, reached out to stop the canoe with which I was swinging, between circles and moons. I wanted to melt into the prism, which would bring calm, to the agonizing throb of my unruly feet. How mischievous they made round in the room flooded with light.
A resounding cry, nailed in my ears, the freezing cold of my entrails, that my burning body broke in desires for the man.
He had entered the portal from a deep slumber. By wrapping myself, I gave a respite to the pain that afflicted me. The rest came from that moment, similar, but that evaporated the ideas.
Being white, he adorned my head with a crown of orchids, and covered me with a tulle of mists, which covered my unevenness. The room was invaded with shadows and before the quantum mirrors we both laughed. I hung on the peak of his hat, and we leaped into infinity. With pearly tears, and surrounded by butterflies vibrated, in the mystery of goodness.
His bones were burning, due to his bad posture, he kept reading the strange novel.