A wingless Angel.
A winged Angel.
As pure as they can be.
Fate will not forgive them.
A girl is walking, alone. On her walk she found a cave, a deep and dark cave.
She stays looking for it like she was facing the cave, some seconds later she enters.
Ever heard of a mysterious forest?
Yes. A forest different from others.
How so different?
Right in the morning.
I listen the phone.
It doesn’t stop ringing.
They are calling for the Demon Hunter.
I seem to be so distracted lately. I forgot about my math class. I almost got hit by a motorcycle. I’m forgetting several things I want to do.
I wonder what it could be.
Every day, always the same routine.
Always the same faces.
Always the same acts.
Always the same words.
And a girl lived.
Every day she woke up.
Looked out the window.
The large and vast blue sky she observe.
A sadness in her heat arose.
At school she was always looking.
Looking out the window to the world.
And thinking, thinking.
Thinking about running away from there.
“I want to disappear here, now.”
One day looking out the window, she sighed.
She felt the wind through the window.
Gently is whispered in her ear.
“What’s wrong helpless girl?”
“I do not want to be here. I want to go to a different place.”
And then he said.
“And where would that be?”
She thought for a moment and began to speak.
“A place where nobody will find me.
Away from the ears that ignore me.
Away from the sight that despise me.
Away from the mouths criticizing me.”
The wind blew hard for a moment.
The girl closed her eyes and smiled at that moment.
Through the window she went and ran.
She ran toward the horizon.
For where your legs bare?
When they would stop?
The mind of the girl is not deceived with such questions.
For she knew that as a free bird.
The wind would always accompany her.