2009 STORY OF THE UNIVERSE June SUITE
The girl goes from white bed covers are all white walls around her doctor's coat on the furniture, her dress is a dark stain on a sheet immaculate .
She finished buttoning, questioning look, "is pregnant," says the doctor.
The girl touches him softly caresses her belly down on a distant point, now is walking down the street through the park, children playing. He leans toward the younger set, and expression of infinite tenderness. Starts walking, you see that when the child wants to follow, increasing the pace and play with the leaves on the branches ...
the silk threads lull me
of clouds in the hammock blue
remembrance consumes me
like cotton candy I
She looks good the way is clear through it opens a gate stops, would not enter ...
Inside modest living room walls with paper flowers, vaguely Art Nouveau furniture, plants placed anywhere with a certain grace.
The girl takes off his coat with slow gestures, the mind is far away. A woman enters "hello mum" hands her a ticket for you. "
The girl is as if suddenly waking up from a dream was a premonition, back off, take the trouble to read it "calving hate goodbyes do not forget."
Now she is a puppet with no wires left on a chair, arms hanging lifeless. The woman approaches tries to open his mouth but withdraws unnecessary words.
The girl gets up and runs outside, pale desperate not know where he goes but does not care, saying it is impossible to escape. Shock of the passers-shooting is about to fall, more and more trembling steps ...
the silk threads of silk were not
the blue clouds are no longer blue
Down at the bottom of the sea, attractive and terrifying.
A hand clings to the skirt, is the child who says the park with severe voice, "you can not swim is cold."
She looks at him, mad stare. Features that stretch, eyes fill with tears. Terrible sobs that shook up, storm disclaimer that seems endless.
But it ends. She looks around, does not see the child.
The sea there is now a picture postcard
She bows her head watching the belly, the ripples in her face a smile ... indefinable
m'è enough for the warmth of a dream
a tiny seed harvest
I hear a voice
as the shadow of a shadow was
but this lived
and when dusk falls
feel me
crackle joy
