She spent her
last hours saying good bye to the sun, flat on the floor, inside a bright, warm
craddle under the window , dreaming of places she had never been; rainbows up in the sky, near a big yellow
globe that yawns and smiles amid clouds that flee away, with the fear of melting
under its beams. And wet green fields
where she frenziedly rolls, feeling the freshness of every raindrop on her body,
like tickles, and perceiving scents that
nobody but her could smell or enjoy.
She woke up
and it was dark again . She felt kisses and tears raining down on her and a
whisper in her ear: “Good bye Sweetheart. You’ll see the light once more”, then
she let herself go.
She loved
the sun so much that she chose a Sunday to pass away. Wherever she is, it must
be sunny.
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