martes, 16 de marzo de 2010




The sound stopped. Every being in the forest was silent again, every branch, petrified in
time. Sudenly, a faint noise above her head. She remained still. The leaf started it´s decent ever so gracefully. Completely spread, at first, it felt the rushing air covering every last inch of it existence. After a few moments it started rolling and twisting as it fell, the air pressing, directing it´s every move, dancing with it. As the leaf inevitably fell, it turned around and saw it´s branch, for the last time.

IV. When the leaf landed on her shoulder...