Two young boys play games, they run in circles, race and freeze. Rabbits leap over the hedge as shades of illusion extend before us. Ring! Ring! How long have I been asleep? Blur followed by focus … Who is that man in black? Why is my life on replay?
The sun woke him up kissing his soft lips as she embraced him with warmth to say I love you, his colourful sheets tied his young body forbidding him to leave, the pigeons made love to him through his window with their beaks, untying himself he walked up to the pigeons and they flew lightly, the sea stared at the depth of his eyes with admiration.
He decided to greet the morning with a smile that made the crumbled bread on the Rambla street goes toast. He lived a day with the roses trying to catch his scent, with the country laying paths of glory for him to walk on, with the dancing birds around his head and the sky above him changed her colours when the sun buried herself in red.
The moon then came jealous playing the Moonlight Sonata on his flawless skin to keep him up until his seductive dreams pulled him in saying – “My turn” in thirst for life.
Everything I ever wanted took a form of a man. A man who struts before me like a breathtaking peacock. His eyes look at me with pity stripping my soul off as if they say: “You can look but you can’t have.”