She leaves-chronicles from the life I’ve never lived
Slowly putting the coffee on the table, looking at the computer screen as if it’s blank, she breathes calmly.When the cup touches the table creating a circle from the heat, she hears the light sound of the rain falling in the roof and the window by her side,the scenery outside changes, people look up and open their umbrellas and put their hoodies.
Her finger touches the soft board,fast and natural as if she feels the letters coming out her fingers,the screen changes word by word, the content get fuller but her eyes keep as if seeing a blank screen.
The hours pass as if minutes and the night comes, the room gets darker, her face brighter.
Then, like a reflex, she moves, gets up and leaves the coffee,the table,the screen ,the window, the rain,the people, the umbrellas,the hoodies,the words, the content,the hours, the minutes,the light,the fast beat,the painful arm, the life.
