Looking at the sparks of my dying camel i realized that the fire always hypnotized me, the theatre gate is open so I cross the street and get in.
In the Red hall I wait, it’s a dome with a chandelier and illuminated by candles, a magnificent place
I take her face looking for her eyes but she resists.
She gazes me with despair and hatred, follows her tear trace with her finger while babbles.
She puts her hand over my heart and tries to smile
I will never forget you. - i said
We hug each other, her voice won’t let me go.
We hug even closer, trying to do not disappear.
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