a week. A week since I left that train to plunge into this strange fog. A week like, following false leads, coming to dead ends.
"You have to go ______", told me," You'll find what you want. "
I have already visited the old castle, with their dark, slender towers and heard the mysterious wails that echo every night in their dungeons.
The second day I wandered through the old cemetery, among sunken and forgotten tombs and angels of gray stone, looking lost and tense expression. After watching the procession of souls continued as before.
descended into the sewers and there I could interview one of its inhabitants: I liked his strange accent, emphasized on the r:
- takes a long time down here? "Since we
memorria.
- Why not go outside?
"Mom told us not hicierramos, said he did not understand, Harria us harm, we should not hacerrlo ...
- How to get free food out of here? "Rats?
explodes in hysterical laughter hambrre
"When we sing the song that we sang when llorrabamos mom. And singing siemprre mientrras aparrece someone to nosotrros with rropa made jirrones, ofrreciendonos your carrne ... "Quierre oírr the song?
-Oh ... this ... thanks, I think that misses everything ... Almost
. I felt that familiar feeling and I thought it would come to me, but no, false alarm.
On Thursday I had an appointment with an agent inmoviliaria:
" You see, the hallway, spacious and bright, the visitors created the idea of \u200b\u200ba nice house ... Let's go. Let's go up the stairs ... The two master bedrooms, oriented to the west, helping to maximize the low light of evening. The bathroom, as you can see, is made entirely of porcelain beginning of the century, the mirror is a little gem. Oh, do not touch that is sharp. Let's go down to the dining.
As you can see here you can organize all kinds of social events from formal dinners to dances and auctions. Maybe it sounds, it was here that little tragedy occurred. Yes, yes. The freak of the purple tunic and all those young men maimed, what times these!
Behind this door there are stairs leading to an old wine cellar carved into the rock. The only condition of the lease is not to be opening, this gate ...
Many thanks, give me a reply. "
lost a day in a dark cave that smelled musty. Where a pale-skinned young men sacrificed a goat to the beat of electronic music and then immersed in a luxurious ecstasy. While I was abused mandrake juice and absinthe.
with a hangover as it never had before I went to a circus that I saw when I arrived in the city ... Unfortunately I was too late and could not enter. Later in the hotel bar, I saw a man bitterly mourn, along with a bottle of whiskey, saying the circus had taken his daughter and never see her again ... The waiter was called crazy and told him to stop drinking, that his daughter was with him. While the young girl smiled and nodded with vacant eyes.
And here I am in my seventh day ..
This afternoon I went to the forest and spent hours wandering among tall trees and high gray dark trunks engulfed by vines. My ride took me several times to cross a riachuelillo that ran between rocks, moss and dead logs. At each step a branch mysteriously touched my shoulder or my foot aberrant root. When the night fell and was about to return to the hotel I came across a young man wore a green coat and brown hair, almost auburn, wavy rocked the viento.Me looked up and down and come to my side as a sigh, leaving a fresh scent of wildflowers. when I turned there was nobody.
It's been a week and my inspiration is still missing. My editor is expecting another terrifying best-seller and I'm out of ideas ... everything is so open ..
Also I can not get out of my head that look strong, those brown eyes framed in green concentric circles .. perhaps I should change gender ...
My editor will kill me.
