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few days ago my house was light, suddenly, the auto-jump automatically, I suppose, and everything was dark. The electrician came, of course, but failed to find the reason for the blackouts. So a friend deduced that it must be a ghost.

I hope it's one of those ghost stories of Jose Miguel Vilar-Bou, in any case, not that given by pulling the TV as my friend suggests. By the way, Jose Miguel, in his blog, today also spoke of the author of ghost stories Margaret Oliphant. I read last year "Lady Mary" , and I really enjoyed, but did not review "is pending, because it is an exquisite story-

In any case, there are ghosts that are there in one's life. Invisible, persistent. And maybe we want to leave, they vanish, to forget them. O no, do not want.

HOST

look from the door dust suspended in late
light curtains, and all the time
the ghost is there: I can sense the blade

anything blink of an eye, the air
interrogating a page white, hard music
bones.

has taken his place alongside the other shadows.
A dent in the blood, a persistent scratching.
Something that I can not isolate even try.

It's fast and elusive, no hurry. Simple
as the night is simple, as night falls
soberly PLC.

words long ago ceased to help, but sometimes
call following an old habit.
He then shines a moment, waves and dissipates,

and a handful of darkness takes its place to delete it.
Old words, old habits ...
not even the night is enough. Light

and slow as a suspect,
the morning light travels
study groping and everything revolves
once again at the wheel of the apparitions.

Jordi Doce