Praha, 1 de Noviembre de 2008.

-Y los sueños, sueños son-.
(Segismundo en La Vida es Sueño, de Calderón de la Barca).


He could nor concentrate neither think. His eyes were dry and watery at the same time, and his body felt boneless, with less and less strength on each step he would take. Eventhough, he kept walking, for he was sure he would fall asleep the moment he would stop moving.

Walking down his street, having visions of a brighter future while returning to the house after all those days and nights of lost fire, he held up his hands and sniffed between his fingers. That´s how he found what he later would learn was “The Smell of Home”.


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