Mask

"You will open the gate but first you will think twice until your fingers slip through the latch and let the iron leap away the closure. You will walk by the front porch and discover an empty house with large windows and no cookie smell. You will walk by the side way, pass two windows, a little smaller than the ones you have just seen, and reach the widespread garden where he will be sit, under a tired soaring tree. He will say naught, he will have no eyes for you. The bird will gaze at you, the bird on his head. He will indeed be occupied with his star reaching out from a branch his heart sprouted, hoping things would be different. He would understand by that time, right after you wonder why the bird's eyes are so gleaming, the pain he have been feeling all these years. There will be little choice left to you but to keep an eye on the star and another on the bird in his head. But the time will run out as you look at the star swaying gently.

 

Please, do not forget your mask."

 

Ernesto Diniz

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