STEPS (Chapter XVII) THE MAN IN THE BANK: Constellation. 
Under the watchful eye of the poplars, man bank balance on the swing deserted by the absence of children, while the spring remains unstable in the park of the Route, as wayward girl who looks askance and resolves to get a jump barefoot while playing in the same pools in which it is immersed. And playing catch up in his memory stops the rain and into the sun in anger, as if jealous of him, as if afraid to lose with that man every evening when the day ends and night falls for their shoes, demolished by the darkness that blinds him, he fell on the same bench that receives and rock, like a protective mother eternal. And there half asleep with his head resting on the lap of the uterus, nailed his one eye on the stars through these dust particles are only visible when the light and the splendor reveals multiple of those stars are cautioned not even when looking only takes you somewhere you never traveled ... where ever it was, but they all look back at him ... with his incessant glare telling him all the times he has played and lost .. . the dawn is delayed, in silent peace, under the hollowness sky like great marble dome , without a bell, or a church, his heart is subjected only demolition of imaginary forms that differ in the night sky, uniting mentally the points formed by a group of stars which paint without canvas a brush or red hair, as bright as the constellation of self and staring up there, without hesitation, no morals, no taboos or prejudice, or society, or individuals ... a beautiful eye devotes a private gesture, the time when its misty tear, emotion is diluted to the earth as rain, bathing complete with tears circumpolar and there on the ground, dejected, defeated, no name, no letters or numbers, with the impatience of a young lover, the man is consoled bank confirmed that we are all stardust ...
The night was long, so long as the distance between the stars ... by the central walkway of the park, near the source of the orange, l a redhead who goes the other hand, increases the pace of their steps, so do not be late to work. Man bank's looks away, remembering the night of love they have spent together and with parted lips and watch while he recites a sonnet provided ...
"This is the root of root
the bud of the bud,
the sky of the sky of a tree called life which grows higher
of what the soul can hope or mind can hide
.
is the wonder keeping the stars apart
.
I carry your heart.
I carry in my heart. "
The morning rush of birds, right out of your sweet dream, where the light and the sun, bring him back to his own destiny, man ...
bank closes his eyes in an effort to try and return to its previous state and the closed doors of his consciousness locked consoles himself wishing that one day all your dreams
come true ... ............................................... .................................................. ..................................
