A SHADOW IN AUTUMN

The leaves of the treetops fell gently to the ground, the wind blew ment announcing the approaching winter. From the balcony of his house a man admiring nature was, wanted to leave home and be free like that sparrow so beautiful with that brown plumage that watched him from a tree, but yet could not, he was tormented by his own shadow indeed it has had life. 


everything was so weird, it seemed that the house was a maze with no exit, the aisles that reflection paced repeating over and over again is destiny. One night the man was Desidio to try out over the balcony, I tie a rope throws blankets and started down., Great was his surprise when touching the ground was in the same place in the house and not outside of it. 


-How In possible - I wondered. 


- You still do not understand? this is not answered it will end a thick voice from that shadow. 


I understand -¡No !. 


This is for the bad things you made and which do not repented nunca.- was the answer. 


The words echoed in his head of the man, actually in the not too distant past was a very cruel person. 


Then I ask: 


-¿ Is there a way to remedy this? 


Of course not-for, the acts are echos more within you however things can change ... but that'll have to find you. - It was the last thing I say before leaving. 


After this man thought there was no choice but for what he'd done and did not intend to do anything about it, the continual otherwise trying to find a thousand ways out but all failed, did not know how but that shadow always managed to avoid . One morning I was awakened by the rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains of the window, that day felt strange: bones ached, his head was spinning, it seemed as if all his limbs were broken. He had neglected that fatigue had reached the flatter the. 


Days passed but seemed worse every moment their hopes were bagas out by now ... reclining on his bed he gave up, it was a night that seemed eternal accompanied by cold as winter was beginning to do this.