| |
 never entered the house through the threshold of the front facade. The first thing you find in front of you, when you open the door, it will be a dummy and an inscription on a small triangular platform that supports it: "To cross the very threshold of the house you leave a garment." The mannequin is odd, quirky, friendly ... it hangs from all kinds of garments, fashion they came, he went and returned. Objects whose role no one would recognize. Striped tights, wool, lycra, scarves of all sizes, glasses with lenses of various thicknesses, strung together with hair wigs of different colors and shades, black ties, polka dot shirts, jackets cracked, gold earrings, plastic, glass, amber ... bowler hat, top hats, canes and staffs of wood or steel-toed, short skirts, long with flight, tight, tail dresses, ruffled, pleated ... Jeans, corduroy, linen, leather, shoes, sneakers, loafers, flip flops, heels, flats, platform, leather, cloth, sandals, socks , pins, watches, hats, gloves, pearls, magnifying glasses, bracelets, bow, swimwear ... Pats caressing clothes on clothes to the morass, dizziness, smile ... I love ... But the sign on the base reads: "To cross the very threshold of the house you leave a garment." be between two thresholds: after one, oxygen, after another mystery. But you have a disability: the door can only be opened from the outside. Never try to force ... Maybe at first it seems funny. Wear rings enough to let go of one, one that nobody has given him. The mannequin has fingers, slender fingers of soft plastic, even the artisan has textured touch your skin and you shudder. Slip a ring on his finger-loaded over-rings, is like committing - what? - ... can now enter the second threshold, real. The path is easy, even risible, is marked. A corridor with doors on both sides, all closed, and sealed cabins, threatening, as conspirators in your destination, remains uncertain. Only one door opens, is in the background. The handle is cold, as your hand. Is the output threshold ... never leave the house to the threshold of the rear facade. The first thing you find in front of you, opening the door will stay, and other center-it, smiling a dummy and an inscription on a small rectangular platform that supports it: "To cross the very threshold of the house you leave an item, your garment." At first it seems madness, bizarre ways to circumvent your intelligence. Then think and understand. The TU is a precise marker, a baton that points unequivocally pledge is that you let go. You run down the hall to another door, the true threshold of entry, which now shows its other face you-one where you set the look-no. Shadowed, you see the dummy is still bizarre, quirky, friendly ... but now it seems somewhat perverse, hateful. It hanging all types of garments, hanging yours, but do not recognize, do not recognize ... know that's not a question of memory, but of belonging, but just let the garment was the least valued, barely weighed in your body, that he was one day or another, that for ever weep if the lose, that it was not only decorative symbol, that he had no more artifice that the work of the craftsman ... You focus, you see like a madman thousands piled fabric, rusted chains, wrinkled ties, pants worn, cracked shoes, shirts slightly torn ... But remember, do not remember ... suddenly understand: only your clothing allows you to cross another threshold. There are first entering the house and the other is naked mannequin. Source |
0 comments:
Post a Comment