In the middle of the night, a cry is heard among the trees that place so many moments I spent on those nights that were made eternal in my death bed. I went and I heard a few whispers that called me. At times like those, I noticed how my blood running through my veins and bleeding. He was bleeding as he had never done, returning me to my natural state.
That girl appeared from the shadows and looked at me with eyes that I understood. She was also bleeding, but nobody saw it. He left behind a cross where guarding the deceased who jealously kept in its grave. It gave me the impression that it was always there. Every night passing by this place but I had never seen it. He approached me slowly, as if it would never end the world, as if time did not exist nor space, as if there is nothing so expect. He raised his hand to touch me as if to catch a butterfly newly born in the spring, and I stroked with much tenderness. It gave me the impression that was my deceased sister that I was playing.My little sister was always in his room. He never left there. Since childhood, he suffered from a disease that, from the outset, knew that it was going to be locked up forever. Many times came to keep him company and she smiled me always. He didn't speak, he looked only with those empty eyes that looked like they had not just never.
Then he caressed my cheek with that broken sweetness that characterized it; It seemed that I was going to start the face only with touching me because there was an empty desperation at his touch. When he died I knew that was where it should be because inside implored it me.When the girl of the cross touched me, I noticed how bleeding slowly stopped. As I stopped bleeding, she was desquebrajando. He looked with sympathetic eyes at the same time that confusing; was that girl an angel? An angel desquebrajado... perhaps his destiny has been that, but it already didn't it bleeding. Thank you God... said, and evaporated between the darkness in a fresh gust of wind.
