Dime frio

She had travelled to that extremely cold country. She dreamt feel her old heat. There, she was sure that the words would arrive, but she did not know the heard of the World. She knew well that, sometimes, the silence is dangerous, because we're bornt to make mistakes. Why she's stopped the old relationships, the old risks? What were her fears? Those happy days, when in the middle of a strange meeting that she'd known in the last moment, she took hard decisions and she played as a charlot, when she's sitting on the floor; or she asked about the different trees that her partners could know. When they answered that they had forgotten its because their World had lost their enviroment, she descrived them with her movements the balance of a leaf, cherished amid a thunderous chaos. Then, that room was the bigger space in the World, her slow movements were across the different dimensions. Those people remind the shape of that particular leaf or savored the roughness in his acid tongue. Now, touching, delicate strokes were gone out. That cruel man had discovered her weakness, and then, she'd disappeared although she know that the largemouth, even helped to be clothed, they were naked twigs, supported by the past, poor wood, nothing if not protected