I almost
I like going through the north gate of the park and to travel in silence. Sometimes we cross without stopping, and others, I stand in the pond to look at the lilies in bloom. In my walks I meet no one even came to believe that the park existed only in my imagination. that day, I stopped to watch a centennial elm that stood majestically in the middle of the blue-violet of the acacias. I noticed a wooden bench under the shade did not remember. It was so beautiful, restful. I sat on it and I felt that I caught a giant mouth between your teeth chipped. I fought with all my might to get rid of those needles that pierced me and when I finally got it, I found astonished that the bank had disappeared and instead a mouth smiled at me quizzically.
By Marisol Calvo
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