The Visitor’s Letter

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Suddenly on an autumn day he left, on the table he left a letter
“don’t send me away” it read and spoke of a deep inhabitable
emotion; in the house all the lights were turned on that I wouldn’t
understand, that perhaps, he had never come, while next to the letter
he had left the mystery of his death, already covered by cobwebs…

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Autumn Comment

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The gist of my story was a black reclining chair—though
where is the house now, where is the fruit bowl with the old
invitations, the napkins that concealed our laughter—only
the lamp is lit in the empty room, like someone who talks
to himself ignorant of the danger or like a woman you never

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