Some say there will be heaven. I don't know and cannot tell. Heaven is already impregnated in your skin. I can read it; maybe others can't. The rain will end the road for the desperated and you will be standing there, watching heaven from within your skin. There will be tomorrows for you to tell the tale; you might want to describe the sense of holding something so precious in your flesh. Maybe I will be standing right next to you, following your scent, ready to melt.
Cuentos y poesía por Liliana Kriegs: de los demonios, de los tiempos, del alma incesante.