Texto: José Luis Berenguer Ilustración: Irene Fra
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«Y, sobre el ruido, van naciendo las estrellas...»
DE PUNTA A PUNTA
Tras el ruido, siempre viene el silencio.
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Título: De punta a punta © Del texto: José Luis Berenguer, 2007 © De las ilustraciones: Irene Fra, 2010 © De esta edición: Los cuatro azules, S.L., 2010 www.loscuatroazules.com Primera edición: febrero 2010 ISBN: 978-84-937295-0-9 Depósito Legal: M-7590-2010 Diseño y maquetación: Cristina Vergara Diseño Gráfico www.cristinavergara.com Impreso por CIRSA. María Tubau 5, 28050 Madrid Impreso en España – Printed in Spain Reservados todos los derechos. El contenido de esta obra está protegido por la ley, que establece penas de prisión y/o multas, además de las correspondientes indemnizaciones por daños y perjuicios, para quienes reprodujeron, plagiaren, distrubuyeren o comunicaren públicamente, en todo o en parte, una obra literaria, artísica o científica, o su transformación, interpretación o ejecución artística fijada en cualquier tipo de soporte o comunicado a través de cualquier medio, sin la perceptiva autorización.
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This is a point
The one of a five-pointed star.
The star is not alone, it is in the company of forty-seven others - perhaps more, I find it difficult to count them, even with the magnifying glass - on a dark blue sky.
From the sky come out seven red winding strips, together they make up a flag.
The flag flutters over some classic-looking buildings, of which a dome stands out.
Everything, the stars, the sky, the red strips and the buildings appear on a postage stamp, twenty-two cents.
The stamp is pasted on the left corner of a wrinkled envelope, where it can only be read: John
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You can not read more because the envelope pops out of a pocket.
The pocket is in a green uniform. The uniform is worn by a man, a soldier without a helmet. The soldier is lying on the asphalt of a street. He still holds the statutory weapon in one hand. His helmet is lying on a side.
In the street there are other bodies, not all of them soldiers, not all of them men. They are next to a burning truck.Dense smoke surrounds them. There are other people within walking distance of the truck. Most of them cry out, cry and run aimlessly. Some of them hug the bodies.