The funnel shape city

And solemn, it burns the road. The metal scald, we can cook on it. The forehead, wich tangle up in wrinkles, is getting schored by the calm. In the surrounding, they move in zig zag, in winding paths, or in an overwhelming lineal way. The fact is they don’t touch themselves. And meanwhile, that feeling of asphyxiating circularity and more than a meter of abyss.
The temporal space or/and spacial space, it is not more than a sunken lie. No, the coincidences of the crap that concerns me, they are not nullified. And I suffer from a lack of willpower.
The curious chase of misogynious women, I hear somewhere Everything is able to be refuted as the stupidity of the participants. I spend the day drinking gazpacho because I like having seconds of it. If I have my feet in this way is because I climb. And.. what do you do the rest of the day? I take dogs for a walk, not all of them are nice, but they put me in their hierachy.

Bolboreta

A long time ago, in a lewd forest far away from naïve lakes, a long- turquoise- haired princess used to live. Vacuous as the frost, she spent every day fidgeting everywhere. Her eyes were blue, but unlike as the sea and the sky as in every tale, her eyes were blue as a damselfly, a kind of insect similar to the dragonflies. This kind of blue is intense and uncomfortable, it deeps on you but you cannot go through it. Because of this, her parent’s named her Odonata. Odonata lived in the eccentric forest with another beings. But the access for the stranger were almost impossible. Odonata never tried to went out, and she never wanted, actually she never will. Maybe you’re curious about the beings. Some of them were those that were glad for living in the present of the tvshows. Some of them were merely characters in a random flux of energy and aleatory atoms. But before continue, you should know that the obscenity of forest lead in the power that it gave, endless information of what already had happened there. The story about Odonata is not important at all. She had experiences and after she died. If the Reader wants to know. Yes, it was a grievous offense against the conscience and her miscreant knowledge rest for the eternity in the mind of somebody else. Is not a cheap dystopia.Maybe prurient literature. But sure, is crude collective unconsciousness.