found a word lying on the street.
he picked her up and ran with her in hand, stopped a lady
who walked in front of her,
and she asked if she was his but the lady shook her head and
she had found a word
and since she was alien to him, she entered the hardware store
but the ironmonger told him that
she wasn't one of his either and to ask at the club for the promotion of
the corner or the man who lives on the other block, he has his
house painted purple, she told him. but neither the man from the other block nor the people from the club recognized that word as theirs;
he took trains, he took subways, he took buses and in all of them
he waved in the air the word that nobody managed to recognize,
he walked roads, entered out of buildings, went up and down
stairs, walls and mountains but neither here nor there that
word found an owner; he returned to his house, took off his feet
swollen from so much walking, he placed on the table hands, eyes and
tongue and took the word with his teeth and clenched.
he felt such a sweet taste in his mouth
that he knew then that that word was his
and that it would be enough to name her to blow everything up.