Correccions

in the teachers room we were commenting on the quirks of lawns, the new colleague, when someone from the window, we notice that was already in the garden.

We remain silent, with the faces attentive.

The door was opened and for a moment the silver light of the afternoon fluttered on the shoulders of lawns.

Greet you with a head tilt and was a sign.

Then we saw that lifted two hands fraught with thorns.

Stroke a scribble and without looking at no one got out quickly.

Days later we appeared in the middle of the room and give us time to interrupt our conversation.

Approached the desk and take the pen showed the hands swollen by the blisters of the fire.

Another day - whether the teachers we had become accustomed to vigilarselas - are we saw bites, torn apart.

Signed as they could and it was.

Céspedes was like the wind: if we spoke we went with the voice. Spent a week.

We knew that he had not given classes.

Nobody knew where she was.

In his house he had not slept.

In the early hours of Saturday morning a student what was found lying among the rhododendrons of the garden.

He was dead, without hands.

They had been pulled off.

It was found that Céspedes had gone to the hunting of the archangel without wings who knows all the secrets.

Perhaps Céspedes was at the point they are hatched on several occasions.

If so, the archangel due sneak on several occasions.

Probably the archangel created the first time a thicket, the second a fireplace, the third a beast with open jaws, and each time was precipitated into their own creations by dragging the hands of lawns until the, of pain, had to drop.

Perhaps the last time de Céspedes endured the penalty and not released; and the archangel without wings again humiliated his kingdom, with hands of man lights on for always to their backs celestial. Go to know!