Lunes Sin Fin (Endless Monday)
An interminable day begins when you realize that autumn is never what it used to be. When there are no longer dazzling colours of ambers, reds and yellows. When autumn turns badgers and squirrels into lone animals as they scramble during darker evenings. When the season gets colder and darker, when there is frost on the ground and mist in the air. When the colours have turned to a black strip along the long and famous woods that you played hide and seek with mates years ago. A place where you would run in your stockings with those soft hands picking up the orange leaves and twigs to create nests. When tumbling on the ground, being covered by the old stink of the moss under the beautiful leaves and weighing between letting your eyelids drop the immense tears that would form or putting on a poker face, trying as much not to tremble in the territory of dying garbage and be made fun of as others try to make you feel better. That was all that mattered. To be happy, to sleep and dream,...