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The dog near the door

Lily, finalmente, riuscì a staccarsi dal suo mondo trasparente, dove le cose non avevano consistenza e ci si poteva passare attraverso senza che niente ti toccasse.
I giorni erano volati
come coriandoli soffiati dal tempo, che alla fine fanno mucchio con la
polvere. Lily aveva il cuore pesante come un secolo di guerre, ma riuscì
a volare verso la network and still find a page,

as a white flag, which was to surface a story to read.

There was a light in the sky that promised to open umbrellas, sketches of the city on their shoes wet and soles that mark the homecoming at the door. The sky would fall out the window, collapses like the screen of a computer infected by the silence of all reasoning. The dog was waiting for the boss and his smell mingled with the rain. The dog was waiting without thinking. There was a fly flying around the room and it seemed were circling the death. There was a rug under the table in the parlor and shut curtains at any time of day. There was something about the kitchen fire that had extinguished the fire spitting and sizzling like lava from a volcano. There was a newspaper read by a few days and some days resting on a chair, gather up the crumbs of food that were blown from the tablecloth, when it was time to clear the table. The dog was waiting without thinking. The fly had stopped on the little TV on and was even turned on the light over the stove. There was the smell of gas, getting stronger. The dog was waiting without thinking, and sleep came. And the lady was already asleep, he was dropped with a thud a few feet from the phone. The fly was now on the ground, in the glow of the small TV that was reflected on the floor. The dog waited, and came to sleep. When the owner returned with the shoes clean and dry soil, even the rain did not fall (the light of heaven do not always keep promises). And the dog did not sleep. The dog was near the door and moves the tail, driving another hour to sleep that would find him later in life (perhaps near the door).


Lily went back to his inconsistency, the inconsistency between the rest. Like a moon that lights work until a light bulb and switch the power supply.