la bruja de los dedos fríos del estacionamiento
by the canyon that borderlines with the parking lot
a woman vanished once, woman lost long ago on late nights, one perceives a whisper & a gentle stroke of glacial fingers, a soft mourn in between layers of wind, of freeway rush, of the beats of your heart, now frozen from her, resting her fingers, her pains so near to your ear, so near to your soul cold  |
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muchas gracias por tu fantástico comentario!
it's been a while since i wrote these and i almost forgot about the stories on 23 :) glad you found them
and thanks for your neat words over my words...
and hey!! do you recognize the trees? these are the eucalyptus outside the CASAS office! right at the end of the parking lot... mmm, sometimes is fun to stay late working, so you can catch spooky scenes like this one!
thanks Kevin and welcome to 23hq!
In case you haven't already seen it, here is a poem you may be interested in since it would have never been written had I not read one of yours. Thanks for being my muse!:
http://www.23hq.com/scenebutnotheard/story/3249951