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Boats Lights and Shadows

water licks her bare feet on sand, lies lifeless and bruised body, while his soul, caught wind vague between the gray clouds hid the sun just fell in the afternoon ... finally achieve his dream ... someone once told him that the other side, there where the sky and sea merge, there is a different world, a place where dreams are fulfilled and hardship does not exist ... and someday ??... thought that sea and finds it'll sweep the sky, like many others, I just wanted a better world, so, like many others, his hands in his pockets and bag of illusions the soul to the sea echo in his paper boat set sail ... sail against the tide, each wave, each gust of wind their skin marked with the unmistakable pain and helplessness in his eyes, switched off, the brightness of the moon and an infinite abyss swallowed hope ... can not remember when he saw the light, or when the wind whipping angry left his face, the body does not bother him, and that peace ... that infinite peace pervades everything ... the coming and going in the bank is desperate, bodies floating in the water, remains an illusion openings written in ink of failure and misery ... damn !!!... forget who stole the illusion of those who lost their lives one day at sea looking for a new one.

Leydi ~ Halcon

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paper one day in December

embraced a couple of clouds is falling in the afternoon, three or four drops of rain and a north wind sigh, caressing the branches of the trees in the old forest smell of wet earth ... ... cigarette smoke rises and draws shadows in the air, clinging to them the soul is lost in the path of dreams ... the pines, diaphanous figure walks slowly, without haste, from time to time I watch it again ... ... it is difficult distinguish his face to the light ... I think for a moment ... but ... is not his time ... not even the moment ... but it seems so ... not realizing I follow the path and me in the woods, everything suddenly goes dark, the background of the way I see the old pond ... no way ... on the sunshine ... and there ... calm ... like light of a spring evening, the silhouette takes shape diaphanous and smiles, I can see her face, her eyes ... I walk slowly and sit on the stone at that time ... I always sat when he was just a girl, and warm figure sits ami ... I can feel the warmth of his hands stroking my hair, and the sweetness of his voice when he told me those old stories ... because you're here?, I ask. .. but I do not answer, just smiles and caresses my hair ... little by little light passes through the shadow of the cloudy afternoon, then heard his voice alone ... because you're here?? I ask again ... because you stopped dreaming?? was his answer without knowing what to say ... look at your eyes, not wanting saw in them the reflection of mine ... but now I'm dreaming ... or not ??... on his face is drawn that mischievous smile of always ... I have to go ... could not help, I see you walk away slowly towards the depths of the forest, I can not follow, and slowly took the road back ... between the trees begin to awaken small beings who inhabit the world of fantasy, the white owl stretches its wings and a glimpse into the hollow eyes of poplar where the treasures sleeps ... the sun sets ... cigarette smoke is evaporating in the air, but there are no shadows, the falcon wings are again ... embraced the last breath of the afternoon, diaphanous figure smiles, little by little, their light is diluted in the last ray of sun.

Leydi ~ Halcon