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.
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