I plead guilty ...
Could say it was in self defense, trying to lessen the charges, or that I was seized with a sudden temporary insanity ... or ...
The truth is that started breaking the windows, it will be because it was more fragile and tangible and continue with all that was left in memory.
stack paper written and woods not long ago were an object with the gift of giving form and as one who does not want the thing, complete serenity, lit a match and close without hesitation, in an almost robotics, I added a bit of dry twigs, flowers forgotten, and everything I needed to see disappear ... I sat down to contemplate the beautiful fire show curator ... sure that my tears not put out the fire ...
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