That was a hellish night, those where the cold penetrates to the bone and through the soul, the paths of the old forest still retained the last harsh winter and the north wind was blowing infuriated singing her goodbye, just peeped the moon and a ghostly figure slowly crept through the pines , his step slow and tired spoke of sorrow and no flavors, quiet solitude, of love lost and frustrated lives ... with his coat worn and tattered soul, this shadow walked one to one every corner of the old forest, crossed the bridge and its outline became blurred by the road that leads to the other side, where reality blends with dreams ... to long since I approached the place, surely that day nor Yuma would have done if had not come whizzing behind that poor rabbit had hardly changed, even that old car was still there, I wondered then if this animal would also be big-eared parrot named ... ... I approached slowly and as many times as a child I saw there, sitting on the stone, looked at me without seeing and rezungo perhaps to feel my presence ... never liked the visits, saying they were always unwelcome, but his anger when I hear her turn off name, the one I told when I was a kid and my dad and I picked blackberries goblin in the bushes of the chapel ... it has been some time since, parrot died several years ago, and them, you were escaping the illusions at the same time life was slipping ... it's funny how memories slumbering in the mind and awakens the evening shadows ... I can still see him walking the streets carrying the sand in that old car, or raising hill with the hand bike that was less tired than pedaling ... yeah ... I can still remember that afternoon when he sat beside the road, the sun shone all three, but his eyes had shade, perhaps that night it ran the old forest
Leydi ~ Halcon
