The search was directed to find a taste in detachment, once that phase is achieved, the retina perceives, as I dig, circular waves in concentric order. The epicenter origin: a bunch of lively children playing a ball game, with a fermenting liquid bottle, in coalition with a burning chest with the ease to get foulmouthed. Both, receiver and transmitter, are on a mission, channeling signals that roll down to curious listeners. The heat is helping to provoke the irradiation make the foundations trembling; private conversations with hidden exhibitionist intentions. Cataclysms breaking down protective fences, distinctive scent liberated by the collapse of gas installations, the general alarm is roaring. The panic is a logic reaction, the commotion at the community raised some voices, they are making a racket. A general call for assembly, the meeting starts late in the afternoon! Yes, I know, bad timing, the responsible useful men are all working… Who is going be present there? I think I suspect it, the residuary legatees of intangible testaments. I am going, I don’t have doubt, there, where the ground is already cracking. You know where… at the bottom space, by the staircase ending at the chessboard slabs. I want so bad to join those participants that are surprisingly falling from ahead, through the stairs hollow. Sorry I have to leave… i die for slipping in the land where it all started and everything is possible. B_Nour
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