Eye Too Close Together

.... FOURTH YEAR

Five paintings hanging on the wall and two crooked. With one finger you can put in place.
No one in the house.
Only the heat that has occupied all the space, which was lying on the sofa in the study, making it sticky.
And from the window see the city.
Four chairs around the table.
leaf, leaves everywhere. Some written, some with drawings, for most whites.
so white to reflect light entering from the windows.
put his ear to the wall If you hear a man panting, weak,
that still does not ask what happened to his neighbor. Yet

saw him go out every day at 7 am,
with his head bowed, hair matted and the sadness that camouflaged so pathetically.
But it is August. You can easily disappear during the summer.
No one thought of looking.
No one imagines you to be escaped.
A small troop of ants has taken possession of the kitchen.
work relentlessly for a couple of days, carrying everything they can,
unaware of a possible end, fast and early.
And the birds begin to stay longer on the balcony.
In the bedroom, the white sheet touches the floor and the cushions are still marked by a long hug all night.

only read a book in half. Yet another punctuated
minutes from the alarm clock and the lamp remained lit for the dark will come again.

Suddenly the doorbell rings.
again. A voice. Footsteps.

E 'in August. You can easily disappear during the summer.
No one thought of looking.
No one imagines you to be escaped.
A storm at last. Windows are shaking.
The rain washes away the smell of the holidays.
E 'in September.
is expected to return.
It reveals the 'No .
Seventh Step.