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The girl in red contemplatin a falling moon

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


There were canvas everywhere that I noticed after I moved and saw that the paintings on the canvas where part of the background; it was like watching through a window but you could paint in the window and change the landscape. Then I noticed that all the canvas where hanging with fiberglass ropes that also reflected the landscape in the background, suddenly you didn't know if what was in front of you was real or canvas, and there were canvas all around me.
The forest was beautiful, but such a weird place; I was walking through it to find a road or a way out when I passed out next to one of the green apple orchards and each and everyone of the apples had masks put on them, and they were all muttering about me; I kept walking through the forest cause after listening all those apples muttering about me I decided that it wasn't a good idea to get into the orchards.
When it got dark the moon wasn't in the sky instead it was hiding from me in a tree's boughs; I was quite amazed at the time, so I ignored it and kept walking to the shore, I fell on my knees when I saw them, they were gigantic rocks floating on the air with trees on them and rivers that jumped to the abyss and fell like breeze on the ocean, also houses on the top with bonfires and people working the fields; they were moving through the sky above the ocean maybe they were moving to find a nice place to land.
The shore was full with doors standing in the sand without walls and like the canvas they were reflecting the landscape but in morning time; the sun was shining in the doors but the night was just starting for me, the moon was hiding still in the tallest tree of the forest and the floating rocks were far away from the shore, and just a fading sparking of the houses' bonfires was visible.
I peeped towards one of the doors, but when I opened it the other side was filled with stone leaves and doves that were formed from the stone leaves, the beautiful cooing of the doves made me dare myself to stay a while. I don't know if they could fly cause the leaves that formed them were stuck to the boughs buried in the sand and there wasn't a spot without a branch with stone doves cooing; the sun was in the highest point in the sky and the stone was bright white an astonishing field for the viewer, but it wasn't my door out.
I followed a trail of footsteps in the sand that leaded me to another door; next to the door was a pair of boots the tip of the boots was from human foot almost cover by sand. I opened the door...
I woke up and a lot of people were standing around me; somebody asked me if I was fine, and then they explained me that I had been beaten in the head by a sculpture that fell behind me right when I was standing in front of a Rene Magritte's painting.

Kavin Orantes

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