Little Red Cap




Little Red Cap


On the other side
of this huge forest
the world awaits me.

It's time
to walk the path,
although the trip
may take several years
of my life.

I hear the old voice howl,
the one that always manages
to stop me: Beside this forest,
all that awaits
is the house where you die.

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