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Storm
Outside the window, plummets were dripping like soldiers wanting to get through. Thunders were vibrating the sound that passed through the glass; flashes from sky draw in front of my eyes a subliminal shadow… I stretched my arm as something asked for my name riding the atoms. My thought was the sketch that wanted to get free, my eyes were one with the glass, one with the blaze – my legs were broken for every move I dreamed of! Thunder, lightning’s frost, shadow still – in a moment my heart gushed, glass pieces stabbed it… A soul like air, full of potsherds, wet, went as a flash of light and invaded my lungs through my sight. __________________________________________ Inside the window – a light with a still camera, beyond the glass some dummies; only a shadow standing lost in the attack of the sparks from the sky. My hair was wet, my body started to tremble, the lungs were pumping hot vapours, the sound from above stroked my fragile ear drums… Then, shadow was missing, people were screaming I was terrified!!!
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