



rabbit heart
" ~ The black bird that had remained there throughout the fading of that clear night, prostrated itself with its sumptuous and black feathers on an old wooden window of a somewhat amber tone, which was perfectly orchestrated with the light color of the rot that it was. He watched, that fragile body snoring, which, when he threw himself completely into the world of dreams, made his short brown curls swim between the sheets and some teddy bears that shared the bed with the young boy. He who always watched him at the rise of each new moon, occupied a small space in the gloomy eaves of that old window, but a completely vast space inside his confused head, which asked himself every second that followed that disastrous day: "The reason for all that?" Because no nickname possessed that mere human, to arouse in him, that strange sensation of interest and curiosity (...)"
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