A STORY WITHOUT A TITLE

The woman was lying against a Black Poplar in the park of Montjuic. From the top of it, a dry autumn leaf falls floating in the air and lands on the cover of a yellow book. The leaf hides the title and the name of the author. Time happens and creates a moment. A new story without a title. The wind flies the leaf away till it finally reaches the ground. Inevitably, the leaf and the soil become one. And the woman smiles because she can recognize the beautiful process of unification. A leaf that just is and dies as a result of being. 

 Time happens and creates a moment: the wind flies the leaf away till it finally reaches the ground. Inevitably, the leaf and the soil become one. A new story without a title.