day in this country lasted twenty four hours and never repeated. Never happened again because no new day had nothing to do with the old. Each and every living thing left to feel at the time 24 and was reborn in the zero point without having the slightest recollection of having been or being. The winters were not going or coming summer, happiness is not missed, only felt. When she felt. Everything happened as the first and last time no one really cared if he had passed or failed. People do not recognize the street and the windows reflect the profiles accustomed strange faces.
No one came to ask how, but things worked so well, at least twenty-four hours. There was no bitterness or love, destinations and the flights would always end at the same time and longer hours always stopped in the afternoon.
time in that country did not last long enough to enable him and lives in the bodies piled up without coming to stumble. One day one was one and the next day it was different, but everything is happening and nobody would think could happen again.
The first time it was always difficult for everyone. At dawn it looked like we had to do something, but those early impulses were being gradually calming down, minute by minute, without more understanding than the intuition that experience was like the false memory of a member amputee. When the sun began to heat the entire world and was used to being himself and wanted nothing more than wander around and look and look and a few began to dream and stay quiet, very quiet, like a frightened little known dream.
That night was the man in the mirror and stretched with the sound of bones before approaching the machinery of the clock and gently pat with fingertips the only arrow. With precision and care moved the knob a second for his life a second cut and the new day crushed the old days and the men went to what they were doing and other men being and doing other things than those they were doing and began again, it all started again unless the life of man in the mirror he was further sentenced to life day after day without forgetting the fate of the peace or not known.
In this country nothing but time stopped and silence. All still different and strange, everything was equal and unrecognizable, everything was nothing and no use but to be nothing. Everything was good and kept man in the mirror each day with his little trap a second life ahead for the sentence was not so long to get to one day in which there were no more days or countries, nor all that sad to see their love hate or street underground, unaccounted for and love, shaggy gray hair and looks of disdain and boredom, with not much longer, to both be something else, every twenty-four hours, which was not that other thing.
man go to Sete-Luas clock in the subway station, as every day, and goes to her, as every day, and says that while there is time no longer wants him as though she is no longer that and everything is dirty to the memory of that touch on the cheek down the subway stairs at that time in that country in that life when life seemed exist. And Sete-Luas tells me not say anything, do not know who you are, just want to be here alone with my grief and my face shock of white hair, my lips sealed and not see no more man in the mirror to see me every day and I am looking for every day I'm another one dead than you forgotten since then. I do not care who you are man, "do I have to explain or want me to die?
And the man in the mirror knows that Sete-Luas and not have to explain anything because we is not there any word has already occurred or hint even voice, but hears it and it spends a moment in his eyes and wants see those blue clouds but there is only emptiness and madness not knowing more days, more time to remember to forget the past. Nothing exists, only the day and the metro station and contempt and not wanting to have lived.
The man walks away and continues to mirror each day and watching the clock hand moves so that all end soon.
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