jueves, 25 de marzo de 2010




When the leaf landed on her shoulder, a surge of energy run through her entire body. She
knew she had to look up. She knew it and still, her mind wouldn´t respond. Her eyes were fixed upon the foliage that covered the floor. So many, so colorful, so different, one from the other. It was like an enormous collage, unfolding right before her eyes. But the one leaf that mattered, right then and there, the only one carrying such terrible significance, wasn´t part of the forest´s vast canvas. It was calmly resting on her shoulder.

V. What, oh what are you doing in my sholuder...

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