The sunset of a dream

20170117_181732.jpgOne silent night in my small room on Calle de los Artilleros number 6
The one after so many without sleep, without the common smell of incense
The last one…

I perfectly remember it
And I can go there, at my table, in that sunny morning, whenever I feel I need it
I can remember almost every step
The bitter coffee
The kiss on the forehead and the goodbye
The little fragrance of silence
And then the time
5 o’clock
The line 9, the tears, the fears
The bus driver saying no and moving on
Anxiety
Cold tears falling in abundance
And many people staring at me
A little child dying from the inside….

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