Furggers

THE PRISON OF GOD The day is born. The dew drops pepper leaves. The snow that fell the most beautiful left edge of the road. As a musical background to penetrate the soul, and time do not mind the final outcome. Two men walk loading the trunk of a body. The dwarf's head inside the bag dipped in blood. Followed the procession, strange procession. It has an invisible audience that does not look aplaude.O dwarf, who looks like nowhere. I smiled, a dry smile. Further, an alley. There at the end of her door with a huge ring. With quick steps, a man down the alley and comes to the door. Take your hands in the ring and knocks at the door. You see a man who corrects severely. They enter. In the background is a large table and some chairs around it. Right in the center a white-bearded gentleman says: - --It is finished! It is finished! - They leave the words as if they played only a breath. He reaches out, grabs the phone almost imperceptible, dials a number: --It may come. The time is now!...