A flight of doves always anticipated arrival.
perceiving it, he smiled slightly and felt a Brinquito in the heart. Then, slowly, what was left doing and simply expected. Gradually it filled the house of doves that were posing here and there happily disrupting the order that dwelt serene home. Then, she appeared out of nowhere.
"This time has been slow, he said reproachfully disguising his joy.
"I was very busy doing nothing," she always replied with a radiant smile.
looked after, it oteaban in silence, like cuddling with her eyes, and lulled by a wail of Pigeons, they settled in this unreal space to which they belonged. He had his simple life, and from time to time, she laughed a laugh of angel frightened pigeons. Then they made love with words, with their breath, their eyes ... and learned to make when they knew they could never touch.
Only once asked where he came from, whether it was a ghost, a ghost lost or simply a being from another dimension. She then fell into a prolonged silence full of foreboding and unspeakable words. He did not ask again.
slight mystery "My dear ..." she would whisper in his ear.
So it went, loving and talking, then suddenly turned to frightened pigeons and flying in terror, disappeared through the doors and windows announcing a farewell. With little time to say I love you, it evaporated into the air.
sometimes days later, he still found pigeons to open a drawer or a cupboard, and she smiled back with a happy heart . Then he opened the closet of their secrets, they pulled the wings and passed the brush gently grooming them with dedication. Wings to which they gave so many years ago in order to live life as a man.
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