takes only a few minutes to midnight. As I walked I could barely see beyond his nose, that day the intensity of the blinding rain to anyone. As he passed the dock of the old beggar in the plaza, he thought he would be empty, as the whole city bureaucrat. First thought should not be afraid of the piercing eyes, the smell of pork, to misjudge. Stalled at the moment, a skinny body and posing naked on the bench, the man looked at the sky while Rivers of dirt running down the mountain slope of his being, washing, purifying. The scene touched him too, little by little was naked too, the rain stopped.
0 comments:
Post a Comment