3. The circle.
(A circle is the trace of a hidden maze, the brief flutter of a bird that seeks its target, the shadow of the night biting its tail or, in the back, elastic and glowing reflection of the day that bends in reverence.)
In my cave there is a circle. I discovered one day that he lost the keys and I could not open the door, then, anxious and worried, I looked through the peephole. I saw on the ground chalk drawing of a red circle, I was ecstatic.
The next morning I walked on the steps the previous day to the interior of a pharmacy, where a friendly and bored lady took a bunch of keys from a drawer and handed it to me with some caution as if you were selling a drug without prescription.
reliever with the drug lost in hand I headed back to the cave, opened the door and descended the stairs. No trace of the red circle.
In certain times and from the bedroom I see it, but when flash is diluted as a ghost at a beam of light; however, at other times, I feel under my feet when I walk from side to side of the cave.
(The circle burn the soles of the feet and under the influence of dance in a while it expands and contracts to the rhythm of the music. It is an inverted iris, beating a black hole hidden in the earth, the footprint Offshore labyrinthine sleeping and wake up occasionally.)
cob (on tiptoes)
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