THE OTHER
MYSELF ran like a devil by black film that alley where only a few meters from a street lamp lit just enough to distinguish the silhouettes of my pursuers. I thought for a moment that was lost. And I stopped at the entrance of a house that I'm not sure why I was familiar, whose door was ajar. I went in without hesitation. I climbed the stairs. And I checked, trembling and breathless, that there, in a room, do not know how, "I was myself lying in bed helpless. I sat on an old chair and lie me a cigarette. The skeletal moonlight seeping through the curtains gently. I knew they would soon arrive. Sure you know where I was. It was a matter of time. I rocked in his chair, while hurrying smoking. And waited.
MYSELF ran like a devil by black film that alley where only a few meters from a street lamp lit just enough to distinguish the silhouettes of my pursuers. I thought for a moment that was lost. And I stopped at the entrance of a house that I'm not sure why I was familiar, whose door was ajar. I went in without hesitation. I climbed the stairs. And I checked, trembling and breathless, that there, in a room, do not know how, "I was myself lying in bed helpless. I sat on an old chair and lie me a cigarette. The skeletal moonlight seeping through the curtains gently. I knew they would soon arrive. Sure you know where I was. It was a matter of time. I rocked in his chair, while hurrying smoking. And waited.
I woke up suddenly, startled by an absurd nightmare, and I knew I had escaped once again. I saw the bed violently disrupted. Breathe easy.
They'd taken him.
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