There is one above me in my little room. Right above my keyword.

It’s a majestic piece of architecture. Its fine delicate bridges are

unbelievably beautiful. I see the spider walking by…slowly…a beautiful

piece of Nature in motion. So delicate. With those legs capable of

walking a mile on my chest. I have put some water in a small plate.

Along with some pieces of chocolate. She keeps me company every

night. With her tiny eyes, sees the stuff I write about. I swear I hear her

laugh at me. She’s as ancient as the pyramids of México. Egypt and

elsewhere. Sometimes she comes down and walks on my little table.

Kind of turns her body in my direction. My eyes are not as sharp as I

wanted to discern her look…inquisitive…? Don’t know.

I love seeing her. She’s as silent and loud as my guitar played in E.

She’s walking on my hand right now. We are friends. That’s good.

Ernesto Onofre