The cry

It all began with a tear in the curtain. It was there, sitting still. It wasn\’t falling. After that scene, other glass tears appeared. In the supermarket, I saw one on a cereal box, and another on a sole. I also found some in the street; on a streetlight, and on your house\’s doorknob. One day, I also discovered one leaning on an Aldo Urbano\’s painting.