Saturday, February 5, 2011

New Years Eve Weddings Last Until Midnight?>

The visitors - Martín Gardella

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H or discovered that my sister's dolls come to life at dawn. Leave the house miniature stealth in the next room and enter the mine, half-naked, to slip in the box of my dolls. I stay silent and not to disturb, with eyes closed, listening to the sound of plastic that twists, riding against the wooden box. Half an hour later, they retire smiling and disheveled, with their flexible bodies exhausted and the thing done.
The episode is repeated, inevitably, night after night, but today promises to be different. Standing by the door of my room, the cheerful face of giant plastic doll that I gave to my sister for her birthday that I have observed the massive padlock placed on the box of toys and winked at me. Everyone is asleep except us two.


Gardella Martín (Argentina), Las visitadoras

(Translated by Minificciones.com.ar )

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