Dentro de mi, alguien, algo, se irá. Con la mirada baja, sin una palabra.

“April ended and May came along, but May was even worse than April. In the deepe…”

“You keep floudering and never get anywhere.”

“Where the road sloped upward beyond the trees, I sat and looked toward the buil…”

“I’ve got to admire the Aokis of this world. Their ability to lay low until the …”