Monday, May 28, 2012

Seashore Camp. [#41 - Lord of the Hill]

Walking South, s-t-r-a-i-g-h-t and below two meters, located in the thin strip of sand; He had set a camp. 
It was an imagined rest area and an equally unreal group of diners and friends.
He said to them: 
* You see there? Near the top of the sky there are clouds of all shapes and contours. For each one of them there is a seeing eye, a suicidal smile in a vacuum space and a soul built with cardboard and watercolours. 
* For each of these clouds.

The sand moved fast away, in the seashore.
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A Golden Bough