THE PHANTOM OF HUNGER

The ghost of hunger arrived punctually at midnight,

Neither cold nor loneliness street frightened him, Clear, It was a ghost!

But also, there is no fear hungry worth.

So, with the punctuality that characterizes him, I saw him approach some garbage bags, crouch in front of them and scrutinize them with the solemnity and respect of a master jeweler.

While searching for the gem that would appease his hunger, under the light of a lonely post, the silence made the night infinite.

Then, with beautiful movements, after selecting some vital portion, the ghost of hunger, finished his act, closing the bag again, so as not to leave traces of their presence.

I asked him why he was so prolix in his actions and he answered that they are all ghosts because their future was stolen from them.,

and even if they ate garbage they always preserved their dignity.