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the one with the photographs is a big bookshelf. I approach
the window. My empty house, room and balcony can be
seen from here. I see that the windows have been overtaken
by dirt and are covered in a white film. I turn and see a
large cello, next to a small television. My knees start to
buckle. She is probably in the kitchen or the bathroom.
There are some dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. I slowly
start to believe that she is not at home. I just need to check
in the bathroom, that’s all. I open the door of the
bathroom. It creaks. There is a huge mirror in front of me.
A face looks at me from the mirror with empty eyes, white
curly hair and a plump wrinkled face. The wrinkles descend
over the neck and hang near the breasts. I can’t remember
how long now, but she looked at me for a very long time.
I return to the room, put the chair in the middle of the
room and take off my dress, the bright colors beautifully
covering the chair. I pick up the cello and weakly tense the
strings. I fill the consciousness of the lonely people of the
world with bitter, sour and disjointed sounds.
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