Casa Doru

Casa Doru is the place where hope is frightened to come in and remains at the entrance door. It doesn't even knock; sometimes I wonder if it even steps outside the sliding doors. Now that I think about it, people come in and out of its gate, but this hurried come and go looks like a trip to a lost city. In Casa Doru the bread crumbles are crying. In Casa Doru a smile makes you wanna cry and the sound of laughter sounds like a land downfall. It's the place where the cartoons drawn on the walls stare back creepily. It's where if you're too sick to act socially iresponsible you are kept under lock and key and from where the rest of the world is violently sliced into pieces by the grey Venetian blinds. It's a place where being alone doesn't go in the same direction with its meaning in the outer world. You can hear everyone else's thoughts, so you gotta be a player. It's only the empty glasses that are filled, with emptiness. It's the place where an always there autumn panorama smudges the windows' frames. It's the place where the Christmas morning brings shiny trays that carry strong and bitter dusts. A world where the people in white have everything under control, even others' sleep hours, even their dreams. But what do they know...? Their blood is not taken over by some deadly sap. This house is a battleground. So then, what is this horrific place not? It's not a place for the weak ones. Its granit floors support an upbeating fight against what's already written, in the tomes and in their eyes. The name this fortress carries, "Casa Doru", stands for "The house of ravishing missing feeling". The letters above the gateway are drawn in a cheerful manner, each letter with a different colour. It gives the feeling of a small town circus. There'd be one slight difference; here the entrance fee is more than the regular price.

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