is a parishioner eternal, sitting at a table in a bar of souls after migrants.
For the others, he is one. But is divided into three. His head floats oscillating at a certain distance from your body. Difficult to measure a distance though we use precision instruments.
want to go after her.
His torso does not allow loitering beyond. The head rests in the palm of his right hand. The hand has been instructed not to release it for the world. If it did, as ever happened by mistake, you can not avoid the consequences.
not uncross his legs never were bowed in a while. A time when the colors, lights and shadows announced freedom. Hates loneliness, so your feet are not after glorious north wind breezes.
afraid of losing control, not recognized, crazy and ... spread their uncertainties
folding chair as a bellows muted. Silenced by the resignation of his absence. Perceived absence, clear and irrefutable.
The fist that condemned him to this eternity is still absent at a glance. To perceive is to squint, stick your tongue to the palate and breathe like a god.
The floor of the enclosure is a board, black and white. The customer is willing to piece the player's hand.
The player manages the game. Think, expectant, which may be the scene of triumph.
There is a moment where nothing is as it should be. Unfolds for a second chance to be someone else, to reverse the roles. Then and only then the palm is open, the head flies behind her,
The customer takes the initiative, extends the player's skin and attached to the frame. Dimpled skin as a galaxy. Infinite galaxies where each pore is a universe, watered by liquid sky veins fed up, tired circulation.
The customer plays to build a world. Play and decide. For if he reserved the space of desire.
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