Looking Up at the Stars

This is another short story. It's a bit more careful than the last one, and I'm pleased with the results.

Instead, for four months, I was a voyeur to humanity: I would watch during waking hours the people that passed through the street, wondering what they knew and I did not, hoping to see a beating human heart, or waiting for her shadow to emerge into visibility. The light from the sun defined her form as she walked.

The .pdf is here.

Added June 10, 2007: Here's a recording of Neruda reading his poem Inclinado en Las Tardes (translated version). The rest of his Veinte Poemas de Amor is also recorded, so that's good.