The glass started trembling. Vibrations on the windows. Hands shaking, legs unstable. Mind blowing.
Scared. Touched. Blessed. Reversed.
Windows move. Wind comes in. Grass murmurs. It is coming, from the back. From the corners. You cannot see it. You can feel it. You can sense it meandering on the walls, on the tips of the tables, on the wine glasses.
On the wine surface.
Drops of sweat.
The moon is out.
The sun is out.
The sky is shining.
The sunset caressing the leaves. Turning them into golden needles. Eating the trees.
Mystery.
It comes. It jumps, hides, somersaults.
What is happening.
Eyes start looking nervously all around. Where is the danger. I can feel it.
The moon is out.
The sun is out.
The sky is shining.
Is that a memory. Is that a memory turned into reality.
What is happening.
The glass is trembling. Vibrations. Hands shaking, legs unstable. Mind blowing.
Scared. Touched. Blessed. Reversed.
Drops.
Silence.
Await.
Where did it go. Where is it. What the hell is happening.
Earthquake. Hurricane. Electric storm.
Malestrom.
Eyes shut. Clenched teeth. Pursed lips. Clenched fists.
Everything is shaking.
Drops of sweat.
What is happening. What is happening. What is happening.
Body out of control.
Mind out of control.
Heart gone crazy.
What is this. The world has run mad.
Maelstrom.
Is this freedom?
What is happening.
What is happening.
What is happening.
Relax.
It’s music taking over.
The moon is out.
The sun is out.
The sky is shining.
The universe is awake.
nuria 