The Bare Facts
The Bare Facts What wave is it, that when it hits against the body makes the sailor on duty pay attention, and later say, it’s nothing , strolls around the room again, looks out of the window at the scattered lights of the street? What come-and-go is spends the body of its gait against the spotted hull covered with marine parasites? Do you hear the noise? Does the noise come from the corridor or does it come from your desire? (Some kind of noise that stumbles with the some kind of silence within you) Maybe they already turned on the reflector to ask for your help! Maybe it was that jealous woman who stalks you! But no, not yet, nobody walks down the hallway to your door, no one stumbles with the chair inside you, your hero costume spread on the chair, the same as your hero feelings, ready for when you spring into action. Resume the same discourse, begin the same conjecture, the classic flaw in the middle of the road, the Divine autom