... today at 12:35 in a complete state of stagnation, without any solicitation, the "LA" of my guitar is broken. the other strings remember him with sympathy ... it was a Saturday morning in February, the air was clear, the sun, the ideas, the joy of a new day.
forget the fierce battles of the previous months, abandoned the thorns from his chest and hands. the spider was there in his place, in the hole next to the window, off a light wind, called for the storm. then the oranges off the trees on either side of the courtyard, dotted my vision of a languid glallo.
windows, men drink coffee, all looking out. caffeinomani a group of men, to fix a single thing: a dog. lonely and wandering like a summer storm. wandering and wandering like a traveler abnormal areas on mystics.
in the sky, the scent of meteors. trails reddish flickering fireballs and lightning, and light, so it was a storm. the trees began to dance, and the insects come out of their holes accantucciate, buzzed, legs, my spider looked at me pity, begging me to open the window and join his cousins \u200b\u200binsects. all men rushed to the window and startled the hot black coffee on his shirt, in exploding a prevailing disharmony desperate cry of amazement ...
the end of our world, gentlemen, had just begun!
all men ran by her companions who love small little old wives older husbands. animals in celebration and danced merrily. distracted mosquitoes buzzed in time with beetles in his vest, flies courted lopsided bees, wasps and stinging envious! clouds in the sky of insects and birds dance, choreographed in natural unimaginable. the trees gave the rhythm to life, and the wind flowed in crevices of buildings whistling the words of the spirits.
puffs its breath relief. blazed trails in the sky of the inevitable. scenes of panic among humans, who went from here, who was there, who came up the stairs, who zompettava, who screamed, cried, saying, "That inglorious end, how to leave this way?"
"Fool!" they shouted the more nihilistic. "We are fortunate, we are the only men to see it!"
and horns of cars derail trains, planes crash, mass insanity, suicide, live, life goes crazy without criterion, while the insects continue to dance in the sweet remedy for disaster!
approached the stars, reddish and steaming, adorned with trails and threatening. was close neighbors, experts said, were quite far said the optimists, we're screwed, said the realists, we are doomed, we're doomed! there is no remedy!
but when the mass is now close to a sudden, we saw a trail in the sky multiforme, a dog, a horse, a man a woman, a wind, a monsoon, lightning, a sunbeam, were the nuances of eternity. impossible to tell who has not seen that huge uncontrollable relentless all appeared there in heaven, clothed with almost entirely, to cover the spaces, vastificarne the vastness, immense and far and near this unimaginable, "beyond" had everything, appearances and forms. said in a sincere voice, "my everything, my love, brother. my love, My tears, my damnation. I can never feel alone when you threaten to get rid of this? I speak, in my every event, they are spirit, god, reincarnation, are life, are all are philosophy, I'm right, I am question, I am the way! Awake or mass intact and happy, you are everything and all are finished. but nothing is different, as complementary, you are a whole, do not forget! So why celebrate animals and trees sing and abnormal genes, you miserable, filthy crazy miracles, and killed and scream and die of fear? I'll give you another opportunity, because I care about this eternal life and playful malice, to have fun so that you understand grateful unto me, but next time I will be more deadly, the next is the last that we cross the street! "
launched ultimatum earth smiled, there was a great delusion, but a joy to share. gettaron weapons all countries, Genstar s'accolse peace with the different, and the bees and leaves and the sun and wind were our only universe.
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