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Mirta

hours at the request of the fairytale story Mirta (count, count, said the old woman, once those there, girls, big girls husband, wives, pregnant women, lactating women, the workers at home, the laundresses the scullery maids, count, count, sing sing, play sounds, they say today in the streets when there is the modern circus performer, the storyteller, that is type that is paid to parties to the Unit or town festivals or tourist board to sing and dance to the square, sing, sing) and then I sit down the pen, or rather the computer, and I'll tell you something, that Once we sat down the skirt, were preparing their hands or sat down the pen and ink and blotting paper and one unit to count.
Here we are already inside, I'm talking about Mirta. Why
Mirta knows twig green autumn but also with ink and pen and paper towels and kitchen and vegetable garden fireplaces and terracotta floors, the head scarves of airy windows that open onto gardens down olive trees without vines border low dark cellars paths dotted with terracotta walls marked by a few blows away, you know, even a scarecrow. There
air around. A lot of air. Open air, breathing the fires of canned August, Easter lambs, artichokes new, the boiling of jam. But it is also
Mirta Mirtella Mirtella and runs through the forests of the past, dig the holes of memory, survival, here is a crock, there a stone, lower a pedestal, dig in a straight line but sometimes speed is of the elegant things around because they do not forget that it is a nymph called Mirtella.
So the forest is a forest and calls her pregnant heat quiet and clean with straight trunks and roots that need to be careful, there helmets in the roots, and there is a hole in the forest of silence that gravity still like when flying seagull wings instead of real estate is the forest that is pregnant, the property is a sacred grove along Mirtella.
say it is a library?
that the forest are the pillars of wood where the properties are in good order books from the golden backs higher, higher, higher, history, philosophy, medicine, religion on, until the windows always closed down even further, in the warehouse with the railings, bolts everywhere, careful not to trip in the know.
But no, that does not stumble Mirty Mirty and also because she works hard around a book as a vegetable and around the monitor, the grower, because, you know, books are delicate, sensitive to light, delicate to eat .
Tried to open a book than the woods and get scared.
emotion, especially if you're thirteen, you will be pasted into the ink, in a place that some call the soul, but you find out later, while you move the wood, and even on your fingers, then the book is called manuscript, and a mushroom hidden.
One day I'll take you by the hand and I'll take you, yes you'll take in a library.
But you have to be silent, as in church, so you'll see the forest.
Mirtella Instead, I'll take you first.