Walking in the library. Quite. All the covers of the books are staring at me. I let my finger go over them. Touching with respect. Curious, I move, from book to book.
The book, simple and unmasking nothing of the content.
The book, name and imageless.
Attracted, to the old brown colour.
My breath stops, my hearth bounces and I get a little dizzy. What kind of book does this with me?
Without knowing the content. Without showing anything of his content.
The book, different than the others.
The book, not predictable.
Attracted, to the nothingness.
Surprise me, I whisper. I caress the book. Don’t let me down.
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