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COMPULSORY SERVICE
- The mister asked for you to bring his coffee into the back room.
- I don't want to.
- What do you mean you don't want to? You have turned thirteen, you have to work.
- I'm afraid of the mister. The last time there was no one at home he wanted to take me there but I escaped.
- Oh, daughter of mine, I do not play...! What's wrong with the back room? I also knew it at your age. Actually, you come from there.


Forbidden to touch
A Pierre Bonnard, French painter (1867-1947), who used to come to touch up his paintings in museums where he exposed, one day a guard stops him. Shows him a sign that says "forbidden to touch."


LOCUS AMOENUS

The afternoon is delicious. After a long hot day, a slight breeze cools the atmosphere. Sitting on a park bench, I enjoy alone and in silence an almost perfect moment.
             The body of the girl crashes on my side with its characteristic sound of ripe fruit. I look up. The second body - that of a boy this time- falls a little bit later, a few meters from the bank. Afterwards another one falls, and another. The storm has begun.



TOWER
The woman woke up on the red carpet of an unfamiliar room. She opened the window to observe the landscape. She just saw a conch floating in the air. She spread her arms as if obeying a distant call, took the conch and brought it to her face. When she heard the sound of the sea, she knew she was trapped in a tale from which she could not escape. This was before the carpet lift off from the floor.

THINGS

I do not kick a ball
I kick things such as clouds
Love is an empty dress, I say
And I kick it away
I also kick noughts
Which is before things
Like tears inside the eye
Or the illusion that I absorb
In a paper napkin
I kick
Says the air fitting
In that space

The clouds
Crossing through my bones.

THE BRICK

From the sea I unearthed
A brick

I took it home
amid shells and stones
I settled it among the lilies

It was useless
I cried the absence
of the wall.

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