Evening

As the afternoon ends and the evening approaches, the shadows and everything else that helps the inaccuracy of the gaze allow another breath of life, propose resuming the dream of a blue sky or a green landscape, of a simple life, of smooth and carefree talks. However, there was a day in which the memory of that midday did not faint, it remained there, reminding him of the naked walls, the door and the dysfunctional windows, the useless and pointless destruction. That night and the following, his gaze did not resume the game of colours and shapes.