“The door has shut behind him. This story has finished. A new one begins. He started off towards the car that was already expecting him outside the gate to devour the kilometres in the brisky glittering countryside awaking in the sunshine. He got in and started it. He had decided long ago that he would not look back. What for?

The car left the town which has already wiped off the dream from its eyes and moved its limbs setting out bravely the new day.

In front of him the Plain lay. The ground hid its face in the whitish, creamy steam-pillow, it still was asleep. It had not been allowed to dream its calm breathing dream so far. The bird, the game and the human being blew a compulsory alarm, there is no runaway from being awake.

The trees standing about along the road leant sorrowfully over it, or did it seem so only for him?”

written by me, as well, in 1994.