Peacock Stone 
Of all the monsters that inhabit the neighborhood is a very special. It is not an aggressive monster. It's ugly, yes, as it should be all monster worthy of the name.
long time, all day, not moving even an inch of where it sits in the morning, looking west, with eyes lost in the skyline. Do not ever deviate. His face does not show any feeling or desire. Stone appears. Perhaps it is, I never dared to touch.
petrified
But is this attitude of observing a point lost in space, which prompted me to confess every detail of my life. Many days I sat beside him and told him my thoughts, my doubts, my fears. He never hinted that I was interested in listening to me or anything you say. I never looked.
Gradually, many flocked to the site where I watched the blue monster with a face of stone, and also reported their problems, they asked for help (which was never granted) or even confessed before him the most cruel mistakes.
Seeing this, I walked away. He preferred the solitude that we did not have, that solitude in which I spoke and he did not hear.
However, sometimes strange, and from afar, and not because the other approach built around a temple to protect it, try to guess what he looks in the western horizon, and again I feel close.
Other turkeys, boasted more skill of their beautiful feathers, seducing the world, but he could not. The shaking awkwardly, missing the time that were not there when he could concealed in the vastness of the forest. 
