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SPRING SNOW (Chapter XVI) THE MAN IN THE BANK: The night of fire. CAGE

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Man ankles anchor somewhere on the wet ground, around him a great war of fire, fireworks, and noise is located at the epicenter of a city \u200b\u200bthat far from being in full war, fire sky colors and sounds. Terrified, shocked and amazed time, the man drops his bank back on the wet grass under a large green blanket that once was the old bed of the Turia River, now a large park that runs through the city. With rescostada head and staring at a spectacle of colored smoke bank man imagines ways that burst and fade in the air ... palm trees, flowers, animals, under a blanket of distant stars, the silence of a crowd close overheated with her warmth, hair of all colors and textures, different sizes and shapes of eyes, mouths, noses, skin tones are unimaginable that great human mantle which, without knowing how or when it is immersed, as one, leaving these forms visually caressing air. The firing of rockets bring back memories of his childhood and for a moment close your eyes and observe from a distance walking hand in hand with her mother. He also had past, as all that tangle of unfamiliar faces and bodies. Her hair lank and thin entangled between the fingers of his father, his mother's red curls on her face ... so close and so present as if it never was gone. A picture that reminds you now more than ever women far the other hand . And it is this emotional state to emerge from his drunkenness that leads him to grasp with alien hand extreme delicacy that is closer and then, with all the passion that is capable of coming toward him and takes her to his breast, kisses her escape while not a single inch of her delicate flesh, enjoying every thousandth second of the kidnapping trembling, while he opens his eyes and head is the owner of those legs ... a uniformed local police officer with scowling and chewing gum which the county sheriff, thrusts its feline look in yours.
Pursued by those hands, taking the final shot with the maximum acceleration of a Velociraptor bank's man blurs and disappears as all that artillery, under l a night of fire.