XLIX
I’m driving, I don’t know where I am going. I’m stuck somewhere and I don’t know why.
The only certain thing is that I’m not well, I have a bad migraine and I feel dazed.
I see beams of light passing in front of me, but I can’t decode them; small fires far away, but I don’t know what they’re used for.
A shadow comes close until I found him in front of me, behind the window.
He looks at me and I look at him.
Skinny, about one meter eighty tall, button nose, well-kept moustaches, a scar on his right cheek and a red spot, maybe a birthmark, with a shape like a star, on his neck, always on his right.
It’s not a shadow. But a person in flesh.
Is it you that keep appearing in my dream? Is what I’m living now a dream or reality?
My head hurts more and more, maybe I’m talking nonsens
