traveling with the dead, leading their way so that they would not lost their way among the billions upon billions of possible paths.
the dog: for you i keep chasing the ball.
playing, running. a ball. ”ball ball ball ball, yes, please give me the ball. throw the ball. i will chase it for you, i promise. always together with you. do you promise?” a dog, a friend, met at the edge of the forest by chance one spring day. then young, then he was a mere puppy, lost by his mother. found and taken in by a father who had a son, a bright child with brown eyes, olive skin and 