VII Edición Digital de Artes y Letras
“Sintergia”
Autora: Irina Tall
Lost pieces of happiness
When you stop answering questions
Open your palms
Let a flower grow there
Sow seeds in your heart
let the swallows carry the news of words,
And on a wave of doubt
carve the word “Love” with fiery phrases
Let eternity smile.
Lost pieces of happiness
Prologue
When Bigfoot’s mirror broke, he wanted to go to the pond, but the pond became foggy and he could not see himself…
Retreat one
“Have you seen the stars many times?”
-“None..”
“Let me untie your eyes!”
And he took a sharp dagger approached him …
Black branches crowded around the house, and when it got dark, they peered through the windows, looking at the little creatures that cut their branches during the day. During the day, the windows were black and it was impossible to see anything except a cloud-colored refrigerator near the window and a rectangular table on which dried oranges and bitten apples always lay. During the day, the dwelling was uninhabited, and only at night the owner, coming from an unknown distance, turned on the TV for a short time and became a motionless statue in front of him, in order to be forever imprinted in the memory of a tall birch tree, blackened from the soot that the mining plant produced.
In a glass bowl lay a yellowish lettuce and green round grains of peas, large and viscous, the bread was bitten and she did not want to eat at all … But loneliness hugged her like a sirin, a bird of things, and a glass of dark tea stood on the bedside table. The book, with an open page, beckoned her eyes, and she read from afar with her head slightly bowed, almost without turning the pages…