juguemos en...

el otro día - sábado- pensaba en bosques, me decidí por uno frío.
(pino, madera, amanecer, neblina... ¡enciende el fuego!). 

la caperucita, no me di cuenta, se vino conmigo;   
durmió con linus.
finalmente, nos contamos otros cuentos.
 

The Dreamer

 

The night comes down, in ever-darkening shapes that

            seem –

To grope, with eerie fingers for the window – then –

To rest to sleep, enfolding me, as in a dream

            Faith – might I awaken!

And drips the rain with seeming sad, insistent

            beat.

Shivering across the pane, drooping tear-wise,

And softly patters by, like little fearing feet.

            Faith – this weather!

The feathery ash is fluttered; there upon the

            pane, -

The dying fire casts a flickering ghostly beam,-

Then closes in the night and gently falling rain.
            Faith-what darkness!

                                                            Djuna Barnes

                 Alsacia

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