...Then I heard voice...
I heard voice.
And the voice said: "I will find you among those ruins."
The sound was strange and distant, though it was not unclear. No human silhouette was seen by my eyes.
The afternoon wanted to become evening, in that moment in time and space when for one reason I was among the tombs.
The sun was over my head but the air was cold, I was forcing myself after three days without sleeping.
Forcing myself under the sun of the sleepless.
Walking by something that I now realize was a dream, the Catholic and black marble of the sepulchres observed my face, face which, I assume, was pale that evening.
The funereal obelisks and the heavy solemnity of the Catholic Apostolic and Roman architecture, as it is seen in the cemeteries of Buenos Aires, they were my extraterrestrial company under the sun.
The sun of the
sleepless.
I think it was October, or maybe November, the evenings are already long in those months of the Spring.
The shining steel crucifixes of the pantheons threw frozen stares in the marblean and open corridors, I couldn't look at them...lost among dead people of a past that I never knew, beholding flowers that someone left on any anonymous sepulchre, now faded by the sun...of the sleepless?
Breathing the crystalline air of an abandoned suburb of 2.006
observing the air of place that I would leave for good soon
for good soon
for good, soon.
I didn't hear that voice again...why I was there, in that dream that evening?
I think it was a solar thursday, abnormally calm, digital.
I soon understood that as long as I would stay there, the sun wouldn't go down.
Because my presence paralyzed its path in the multiprocessor of the blue sky.
The path of
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