Monday, 8 April 2013

My shadow (by Victor Moyà)



I was walking down my street at night, listening to music with my mobile. My shadow following me, as usual. 
We had been to a restaurant for dinner and I was walking back home... Then I turned my head and realized that I had no shadow. Where had it gone?
I discovered that my shadow was still at the restaurant having dinner because it had its own life....

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