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U na room. A small room full of doors. My door is white, smooth, clean and bright.
There are many doors, too, I can not count them because the doors appear and disappear. My door is the only one that does not move and is still the white, smooth, clean and bright. But I draw attention to the other, I'm attracted to their bright colors. I think that will seduce and play behind the p invent erfección inside.

Some time ago I could not control my curiosity and opened a door. Grade was more than the others, appeared in solid and I could not resist but to tr s it was nothing but water and flooded the room. Before long, I got to get all the water, almost drowning me. But my curiosity continued intact and soon went back to try another. It contained a barren sandy desert, cactus and scorpions that made me disappear under the sand. After much effort I managed to clean the room again and again to look the door.

rested a while and I just watch the comings and goings of all them, until I realized that just as the doors, the room was changing and that the same door looked very different if the light changed, the color of the wall or floor. I myself was changing in the light of experience of each door, sometimes even I wondered if I would be one more door.