Saturday, August 29, 2009


The cemetery of the elephants has never been located and nothing of the cemetery of the toys is known either. It seems that an instinct warns the toy that are going to die, and the note in which it chooses the corners of the showcases or the hollows under the stairs. Some one sees them or in flight on the ceiling or crawling in pieces by the patio. In vain it will be that the ordered children retain in drawers or the nostalgic adolescents in trunks. When the call of the death makes feel its empire on the toy this one surpasses all the obstacles, locks, boxes and packages with which we tried to retain them.

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