ICE CROSS I - memories time

He was born on Mars. Father Francisco Morales de Alcantara, son of Felipe and Consuelo Gutierrez, was born on Mars in 2205, during the third period of terraforming, the population density and efficiency of the structures could now guarantee a certain autonomy from the mother planet, safe development and some ambitious goals.                                                                            
Childhood had been gray and sad, a succession of colorless and empty brackets, including pending a spark revealing its freeze all images. Through his memory exulted enigmatic sounds and flashes, sensations of sour, lots of smells aseptic. And caresses stunned. But Francisco remembered especially beautiful and terrible that day, when he was born thinking.
- Francisco !
His mother always yelling his name , a hundred times a day , greenhouse corridors under domes methacrylate through dark corners of the barn , bed and table in any place and at any time.
- Francisco !
He could hear his voice echoing like a weak skull , the lark , and when the mother can not call him when Consuelo lay exhausted , sunk in slumber languid and heavy , as foams silence , with her breasts out of the darkness like a fountain phosphorus and sulfur .- Francisco !
He heard the voice echoing in frail skull , the lark , and when the mother can not call him when Consuelo lay exhausted , sunk in slumber languid and heavy silence as foams , breasts out of the dark like phosphorus and fountains sulfur.
The far end of the greenhouse was that day , a shell of silence , full of barely perceptible noise or only imagined as lurking beasts unknown , formless entities gathered in secret meetings and conspiracies of which he felt excluded. He sat there, crouched and barefoot near trees emissions, including intricate lines that irrigated seedlings emerging from earth. He looked at his feet bare , small hand which, in an innocent game stretched to reach a sunflower stalk . And suddenly ...
I am, he thought . I am.                                                                                                    
A wonderful discovery . Measureless and sublime sense of power and burns deep inside . He was the master , the creator of the world, absolute freedom , judgment, reasoning indispensable.
Never have to know how long that happiness remained atop exclusive . Suddenly , it gets dark , the furnace turns into a pile of black coal and suddenly gripped him despair and anxiety .
In a moment, lost everything: plants , coils and pipes, bright dome greenhouse and everything beyond it appear confusing , tablets , masts vane and other greenhouses that were as far as the eye could see , with protruding arcades and a huge ribs skeleton lying on the red dunes of Mars , everything ... The world surrounding him loose in an unexpected way , leaving him alone and humiliated .
- Francisco !
He left the conservatory , running madly towards his mother. Consuelo sat in the corner next to the pool of fertilizers . With tears on her cheeks , Francisco and throwing arms , but did not last long embrace . The breast that was too soft, too soothing . The child is pulled back : for the first time felt embarrassment and shame.
At school, walk like a sleepwalker. Impersonal voice of the robot trainer occasionally reached up to him, sometimes sounding cold, often hearing threshold limit.
Francisco hate that voice of ice, try to ignore it, taking refuge in a deep pit of daydreams. So I watched horses and clouds, from the midst of meadows that swayed in the breeze. And plunging into raging oceans full of gray foam, glassy-winged gulls in flight of shiny plaster.
One day, his father, Felipe, his records showed results, almost all color between orange and red.
- Not good, my boy, 'said and began to shake his head and more fun than offended. Not even a card or even blue green, no yellow card. That does not work at all.
Felipe understood rather than educational considerations. It was a simple colon, like his wife, Consuelo. She could care greenhouses, to regulate the flow of water in irrigation networks to distribute fertilizers and to meter the light and heat. That yes, but returns with all perforations and lines, constitute for him a real puzzle; understood only that, judging by the color of the violent and alarming, Francisco went wrong with the school.
- Not good, repeat Felipe.
However, he picked up the boy and took him on his knee.
- Olé , caballero . If you had the necessary capacity means 'd stay here on Mars , to cultivate rye and potatoes. Me and your mom are pinned here since we know and forever , but not so bad . After all , there are worlds worse than this ...
But when he saw the sheets Consuelo wept . He looked for a moment as if the child were an object, then stroked his hair and walked away in a hurry , taking a lane in the middle of the greenhouse plants. Francisco tried in vain to go after her, she blocked the entrance to the greenhouse to lock up, too high for the child 's height . Refuge among rabbit cages . The bright pink of a carrot, attracted attention last born , who rushed to the bars separating , and stood there, contemplating her with a sort of melancholy joy . They were all - Pancho , Teresita , Marcellino , and Estrella and Manolo , Baloncito and " El Diablo " , a black bunny by his aggressiveness , holding the cage in a continuous uproar .
Thus, even at school, Francisco thought almost all rabbits. He see it the "El Diablo" everywhere, even on the robot head instructor, ready to nibble and antennas; draw rabbits always and everywhere, like a fever pushed haunting. Compositions were full to the brim of rabbits, as well as drawing chip and all sizes, rabbits darted through questionnaires among invading tabs to the corners and edges of their most narrow.
Swallowed robot formations and after a few minutes they returned, storing them in a large container, located in the thorax. The boys gave the run, like some banners celebrating, and it was like a game of cleverness and complicity, a nudge, a peek, or even a sly smile. No one was afraid of the robot.
But Francisco was afraid. When he went to take the sheets and found them full of red crosses, in which rabbits draw almost could not be recognized, Francisco felt a chill at the hair root and empty stomach. Then he thought of his mother and Felipe, but especially to his mother, because he was afraid of losing affection, tenderness that little garden which was much needed.
Then, one afternoon livid with the light bouncing shrink from one window to another, arriving Father Gonzales, dressed in black with a red ribbon for hanging crucifix in his heart.
Consuelo went to him and knelt. Immediately cried Felipe, who was busy with the greenhouse heating pipes. Meanwhile, through a broad and can pretty emphatic gesture, Father Gonzales invites to rise.
The house where they lived Felipe Consuelo was small , like all houses on Mars. A standard home with just under seventy -five regular cubic meters . But inside , the walls were colored mats , widgets and dressers , ears , cobs , ornamental and Felipe , with overalls and shirt remained just looked like a peasant in ancient times . Something moved in the heart of Father Gonzales . Instinctively , waive the standard language from Mars and speaking in Spanish.
- I came to El Niño , said .
And pointed to the nook where Francisco had taken refuge in the meantime.
Father bag out of a stack of sheets bulky green and blue .
- This son of yours is a mountain of native wisdom , he added . A box with diamonds.
Diamonds ! Felipe did not even know what those were . Gasped and his eyes fixed on Father Gonzales , waiting for an explanation .
- El niño es un genio , firm voice says Ecclesiastes .
Felipe's face appeared a grimace. Consuelo and let her arms fall to her sides. There was a long silence. Then she whispered to himself:
- Lo dice in pi ...
- I'm not kidding at all, provide parent Gonzales. En Verdad, El Niño es un genio.
- El niño es loco, Felipe burst into laughter naughty. El niño draw rabbits, pigeons and seagulls, pero no habla, silent for days, and the school does nothing brings home only red cards ...
Father Gonzales sighed deeply and blue sheets and arrange on the table, as if it were a game books alone. Then coughed, sneezed, scratched his head.
- We have another criterion by which we consider children's intelligence and their vocation fully God's work. We have more experience and know how to read where a silly robot can not realize anything. Do you understand?
Felipe Consuelo listened fearfully.
- Records that matter are these clear his father once Gonzales, nervous finger tapping papers laid on the table. I have gathered during the hours of catehesis, we can not fail.
But on Felipe Consuelo shook his head. Then Father Gonzales lost his patience.
- You might want to question our judgment priests of the Holy Roman Church?
At that point, without it being called someone Francisco left his refuge and come in the middle of the room was pale, his lips trembled, but his eyes were throwing flashes of humble pride.
He knelt and kissed slowly end red waist that hung Father Gonzales, in part.
The priest mess hair with a gesture of goodwill.
- Eye of God will follow you everywhere, he said.
Then, with absolute certainty that his words will overcome any obstacle continues:
- You have to learn at our school. I'll talk to the priests, not robots, and a man to know the roots and wings, dirt and nobility, fall and salvation. You'll learn extinct language that expresses Jesus ...
Then you descend into hell on Earth, where he originated all mysteries, and there you will know him Father Fathers and kiss her foot as now kiss the belt that I besiege ...
Francisco wide open eyes. In his eyes a gleam of cunning twist of Lucifer. Or it was just a sign of the most innocent gentleness?
Father Gonzales had the one moment of hesitation. Then his voice sounded strong, under the low ceiling of the box.
- Over a hundred planets await word. You have to go there the torch, while countless other worlds will come out of the womb huge galaxies, and the glory of God will be glorified in the universe, that and because of your labors ...
The priest grabbed his chin with two fingers, gently inviting him to raise his head.
- Francisco, get elected! Heaven your life to the Lord our God. Do you agree?
Child rotate around a cold. Mats, ears hanging on the walls lost their color. His mother looked at him with eyes fooled. Felipe was a shadow against the wall.
Then he sinks his head between his knees Father Gonzales, sobbing:
- I am the lamb of God.
Father Gonzales froze.

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ICE CROSS II - present time

By ruby and emerald colors stained sifted diffuse light that was inviting church penumbra, like a song subsided amid which was good to ruminate your memories and suggest things worthy of being made.
Father Francisco looked pleased beams and pillars made of koa koa logs countries, fingering brown wooden walls, interior columns and beams in the four corners of the altar, letting slip occasionally moans of pleasure, small gasps happy repressed in vain.
Eusebio hopped past him in silence, stopping it when Father Francisco stopped, attentive to every word of his, always willing to approve.
- You see, Eusebio - missionary said his melodious voice, almost a whisper - how faith comes to moving mountains. If some four months ago and I'd say this place will be as we see now, you smiled, answering me with disbelief. It seemed an impossible task, a daydream, finally, a miracle. Now you can touch them. Well yes, We were great, you and me. And others - Gabriel Felipe Ignacio, Miguel and the rest of the Geron hardworking people, all those who have struggled for this church to rise from nowhere, for our good and God's glory. Are you happy ?
- Yes, Father , 'said one of Geron , bowing before the altar is awkwardly as taught . I am so pleased.
- Okay . I'm pleased too. Now we're going to speak out is made for prayer house of God , not for gossiping people .
They went to the church , under the merciless sun on Geron , still far above the horizon , and seeking immediate shelter in the shade of trees koa koa .
- Face it, continues Father Francisco. You do not think we'll manage to finish until the coming of Oal-Tsequal . And remember that your friend when you come here with all his men will find everything in order ...
- We have to get out before Eusebio remember . Over two days , Oal-Tsequal will be the entrance to the valley Gua-to-Ngoa where Black Hills start beyond the Great Swamp . If you want him to come to us, you first have to invite him . Oal-Tsequal 's a big head ... We will need to make a visit and to make a gift.
- No doubt, approves benevolent missionary. Going to visit him and to bring him a gift, as it deserves a head.
He stood a moment in thought, then said:
- We leave in two days.
- We leave tomorrow at dawn, Eusebio correct it. The road is long and not too easy ... Let's hope we find cork in place.
- Cork? Why did we find? Not even a month since the last time I used ...
- I was talking to another cork, says Geron man. Smaller one, which I hid begins right where Great Swamp.
Then repeat :
- I leave tomorrow at dawn .
- Okay . Come to wake me up on time.
- Pick you up , it provides Eusebio . Now , make a match, Father?
Refuse sign , but it was weak opposition so Eusebio when he realized that Father had given , gave flee the hut and back in a moment with the chessboard and pieces bag .
Tired and sleepy, inattentive missionary play , while native responded with maximum concentration. Advance party in perfect balance and that Father Francisco , relying on his experience in treating upper endings of game , had taken care to change many of the pieces . Only material advantage and position that he believed that it has to prove in every illusory and misleading. Moreover, if there is an advantage , it seems to seek to Eusebio , who, although a shift downwards, had a very advanced free pawn . And he failed to do anything with the king, came away in the corner of the chessboard .
When he realized he could not block any advance pawn , Father Francisco feel that it takes dizziness.
The game was hopelessly lost, and honest, for Eusebio had correct movements. It was the first time in hundreds of games, that man Geron win the game. He could generously accept defeat, Eusebio made great progress lately almost played the peer; sooner or later, to come and defeat. But the devil inside scams that you choke a cold sweat and, ultimately, said:
- Pause the game. Now I want to rest: tomorrow, as you said, we face a long, hard road. Denote the position and resume game return. Therefore, you play with the white and the King in b6 and c6-pawn advance. I am king in the tower on d5, and follow the move.
Eusebio shrugged. Pausing the game seemed to leave him regardless, but Father Francisco seized to surprise a twinkle in his eye ironic consciousness of superiority which could not only lead to victory.
That evening, Father Francisco dinner without any mood. And that although Elvira, widow of Augustine, which eventually was forced to get by him, prepared an excellent meal.
Chew absent, disturbed by the movement of parts always appeared in his mind, like a moth, worm tirelessly digging there, forcing him to think, to find a solution to rebalance the situation, so to avoid defeat and get somehow draw.
Even after lying in bedding, away from Elvira , the obsession continues. See the tower and pawn movements in rapid succession , which led , in whatever turned it , always the same result : victory Eusebio , a geronian which until two years ago did not even know of the existence of chess .
He began to writhe , squirm it . It was foolish to give so much importance to a game of chess. It was foolish and immoral to have more important things to think about . His father came to mind Lotario . I remember coming to the written words of Ecclesiastes anonymous seventeenth century : " ... because this devilish game I neglected duties to God and man "
Began to knead the rosary , kept saying prayers. But all was in vain . Sleep only when , in a sudden flash which exploded in the brain.

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Mother's sacrifice

A woman became a heroine mother after he made the ultimate sacrifice for her child just a few years. China Earthquake caused millions of deaths, but a story like that rare.

After the earthquake that ravaged several years ago, soldiers were searching for survivors found a dead woman among the rubble of a house. It was a strange position for a man over the roof collapsed, but there was no time to check. The soldiers went to the house next door in hopes of finding anyone alive.

However, the leader of the rescue operation came back through the rubble and looked more closely. The woman died while protecting his baby three years, which miraculously is alive! It was protected by the mother's body, which did not survive. The beams of the house they fell in the head and killed her. She started writing a final SMS but for her baby when she realized that the end is near, " If you survive, you never forget that I love you ."

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GIANT-hearted

With autumn mists descend from the mountains and at a glance, you said it made them even. He was tall and looked old, not because of appearance, but rather to ask that all children encounter in their way:

- How are you, you dear old man? that question, the children looked and felt lost in the land never could find no answer. Raised only in later eyes and looked at him with happiness moves. Children and animals around him feel good ... and women ...

After several years, some have learned that his name CLARENCE. What never said neither yes nor no, people were accustomed to saying so, though many doubted that this would be his real name. However, by nature, was quiet and rarely speak with one change householder that cut wood.

Like a strange ritual, every household in the small mountain settlement of a pile of wood prepared as they can cut him some day. She never paid, but eat with the family, and at night slept not at home but wrapping the coat is thick, lying in the stable next to animals that received snoring happily in their midst.

Sometimes in one year, when late to descend to the little hamlet at the foot of the mountains, a peculiar uneasiness settlement included. It seemed that all her breath freezes in a strange expectation and the pace of life with each passing day quietly and soon everything will stop. Then they arose shade high bunch of wool gray mist of a collective sigh accompanied him near the hamlet. Steps were followed by large and press eyed and hopeful greedy after fencing and curtains half drawn. For although they knew more about it, mountaineers quickly noticed one thing: the house where he stopped first woodcutter, it seemed that God puts his hand. If someone was down in bed when the heat of the wood he cut after the smoke rise into the sky as the man got up as if nothing had not. And that was not all. Made of burnt wood smoke rises straight for heaven, no matter how hard it knocked the wind. As a mysterious link between earth and heaven.

If a family was carrying handle difficult and not from one year to another, when they enter the woodcutter yard seemed household is suddenly untie luck. All cattle seemed the nation rabbits and calves and foals grew overnight. And who endure to sell quickly found buyers and the price of wonder. Talking about him spread quickly and other settlements, but most do not believe anything because the man was seen leaving hardly strangers. Nor households were not willing to give details, thinking that if I could convince others to go through their villages to cut wood, that would mean more rarely reach them. So he gave a shrug, making the ignorant and mystery woodcutter was kept as a valuable asset that belonged to the congregation. And if the foreigners do not speak hamlet households between them were not shy to give their opinions about the long winter evenings, spent the crackling wood stove that cut him.

-   He's a saint! Skip said, but everyone knew that this was bad and every Sunday church-beating long way in laying nearby to gape about the jobs held by a drunken priest and effeminate.

- There's one you think holy! Robert momentum cut it. Perhaps you have not seen drinking brandy and eat cum bacon. Saints do not drink brandy and do not eat bacon. Eating only roots and herbs ...

- Roots and herbs have eaten you when you started to talk, put things right Sam, widely traveled the world and smart as others. Holy, unholy, where luck man touch. Why split hairs you? Do not go right? Angry and want to go in another hamlet? Would be welcomed with open arms everywhere, so you know ... And if that does not get you, remember the Monty ...
They groaned as if all reviewed everything with your mind's eye. Monty was a landowner and grumpy miser who found any reason to quarrel. He was good but was never satisfied. There seemed natural for others to increase wealth in one year but after a toil of a lifetime. One autumn, when he saw CLARENCE careless passes beside his yard as in previous years, has achieved severed road with a rifle that was used for poaching wild boar. It was good and drunk and stumbling in his mouth:

- So here you were, dude! This year I get to go anywhere or not ...

Households that watched the gates after they froze and held their breath. Once the story has tangled skein unwound all the way and began to blame each other that they did nothing, each said he believed that the earth will open and it will swallow the sinner.

- Oh, I thought it thunder-struck has said pious Skip of making high as the church steeple and cross ...

Not happened but none of this. woodcutter Monty followed slowly in the yard and under the threat of cut kids began to cut wood. With the sound of the first-century wood splitting ax, the lowing of cattle manure heard. Other wood, sawn, another roar of beef. Monty ran like the wind in the barn and to the cross. Cattle fell one after another with swollen bellies as would be eaten fresh alfalfa. They turned black from front to CLARENCE. A reinforced rifle bitter.
- For me, this is you, dude? Monty raw laughed and pulled and the rifle has blossomed like a flower bloody face.

Once everything has passed and Monty was buried woodcutter moved to another house, of Greg, where he began to cut wood as if nothing had happened. A householder who sat a few years downfall of a tree crushed, bruised and full of pus, when freshly cut wood smoke rises straight for heaven, and he rises from the bed. He went out of the house, ran nimbly by CLARENCE and gave feet to be cast to thank. With a gesture, he stopped and although not much was heard talking, said:

- For my work, I was properly mankind. And for others, only the good Lord knows why you want to thank me.

Greg did not say anything to spend just in tears until I saw him. Then, returning to the house where smoke ascended straight to heaven, drew a deep breath and said to him:
 - I trust that this smell of incense smoke and brimstone not ...
After a while of Monty animals recovered and people have remembered that his rifle was Monty old, skimpy as it was, did not want to buy another, although many people said that old thing going to I crack head one day. What he did not like to remember the incident, soon forgotten litter over it.

Female part of the settlement have another opinion:

- This is a man who has suffered much in love, passionate Ronda said. So I feel like this stuff and I'm not mistaken. He retired as a hermit in the mountains, but the people do not give him peace. When I go all horror ...

- Leave, Ronda that thrills you when you go look at Saints church responded despite women.

- I go, indeed, Ronda Keep inferior, and so painted them as they pass.

-  Sinful! women laughed and turned away giving permission and elbows and making small crosses. In a hamlet so small it was hard to know that young widow for several years, first steps boys guide paths, sweet love. Oh, and some householders May his place stepped the yard to watch tonight, but as ever arise not hatred, it was passed over in silence.
And it seemed that, however, Ronda was finally right, even though many did not come to believe. For a few years after he chose the only known cause or another household as if they have escaped the care of tasks that can not be postponed, bullet headed towards the house of Vern, seated man, thrifty and prudent. All gave their guessing, but eventually overcomes Ronda opinion:
         - Precise Vern that little resembles the woman wich he loves before. Listen to what I say: in a year or two, when a small increase mucous that we see sitting at his house ...

- Are you crazy, said all hoping to make mistakes. You do not see the old man is ... And how immature is Selma Vern ...

In that happened, everyone hoped that Ronda to not be true, but the facts have occurred with such rapidity that no one had time to say anything, not to do anything.
When she entered Vern's yard to cut wood pile ready as usual around him gathered the children and dogs. The children sat in a circle around him and watched him with fascinated eyes take turns as each timber is then put on the block by rotating determined, it splits into two or four, by size. And if all children longer understood him at all, nobody understands what attracts human dogs around. Crowding among children and curious eyes stared at the man in front of them as if they were cut sausage, not wood. However, it is certain that there was never any dog barking. Beyond the circle made by children and dogs stopped to Vern, Selma. Tall and skinny, was leaning against a house and stared at the man who cut wood, chewing nails her anxious.

Once it has passed, the children tried to tell, but each said something so big could not find. The safest seemed to be that, at some point, supporting a tree that would not be alone on the block, CLARENCE looking up to Irene. Even at that moment, started rough ax down, children froze, and for the first time on the eve of CLARENCE, dogs snarl grieving. Gaze at the wood fell big red drops of blood, Irene approached the man. He kept his hands on his face and all that I thought looked complain because his shoulders shook with large movements. Only when Irene took his hands from his face, he saw that CLARENCE laughed happily. And when the girl broke a piece of shirt to tie him happy eyes looking at him like waking from a spell, the children were scattered to play and gambol off the dogs ...

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Letter to my little girl

My Darling "pie"

Recently, your mother and I are looking for an answer on Google. Up to draft question, Google showed us the world's most popular searches and the top of the list were "How to keep interest them for you."                                                    
I struck. I looked over a few of the countless articles about "how to be sexy and sexual," when to bring them a beer make a sandwich and ways in which to make him feel smarter or better. And I was angry.                                                     

My little is not, was not and never will be your job to keep them interesting!

Little one, your only requirement is to know the depths of your soul - the place unshakeable not tease rejection and ego - that meant something and you deserve someone to pay you interest. ( If you 'll remember this, you'll realize that everyone else deserves, and the battle of your life will be largely won. But this is a letter for another day . )
If you can trust that investments in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense: you attract a guy who is both able to express their interest in you and who wants to spend his life only knowing about yourself.

My little baby, I want to tell you about the boy that does not require you to keep his interest, knowing that you are interesting:

I do not care if he puts his elbows on the table at dinner - as long as you know you look when you smile and then can not stop looking at you.

I do not care if you do not know how to play golf with me - as long as you know how to play with children they will offer that will resemble.

I do not care if it always follows his wallet - as long as you follow their heart that he will always come back to you.                                                                         

I do not care what rate - as long as he wakes up in the morning to pick you up to give you every day a place of honor in the house and a reverence in the heart.

I do not care if it is strong - as long as you give space to manifest your power is in your heart.

I do not care about his skin color - as long as you paint the canvas of your lives with cough of patience, of sacrifice, tenderness and vulnerability.

I do not care if it was raised in this religion or another - as long as it was raised to value the sacred and know every moment of his life, every moment of his life with you is precious.

Finally, my little one, if you come across a man, and he and I will not have anything else in common, we have the most important thing in common:

You.

To that end, my little, the only thing you will need to do to keep her interest is to be you.

Yours always interested you type,

Daddy

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Wonderful Story

A 50-something-year-old white woman arrived at her seat on a crowded flight and immediately didn't want to seat. The seat was next to a black man. Disgusted, the woman immediately summoned the flight attendant and demanded a new seat. The woman said, "I cannot sit here next to this black man ." The flight attendant said, "Let me see if I can find another seat." After checking, the flight attendant returned and stated, "Ma'am, there are no more seats in economy, but I will check with the captain and see if there is something in first class." About 10 minutes went by and the flight attendant returned and stated, "The captain has confirmed that there are no more seats in economy, but there is one in first class. It is our company policy to never move a person from economy to first class, but being that it would be some sort of scandal to force a person to sit next to an unpleasant person, the captain agreed to make the switch to first class." Before the woman could say anything, the attendant gestured to the black man and said, "Therefore sir, if you would so kindly retrieve your personal items, we would like to move you to the comfort of first class as the captain doesn't want you to sit next to an unpleasant person." Passengers in the seats nearby began to applause while some gave a standing ovation. Please ! If you are against racism, share this.

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LINDA S DREAM

I feel finally, sweaty and tired and wondering what the connection is between the sentence meaningless rhymes and my state. I noticed several times that in cases of anxiety or tension, versify as I find through this valve to release tension. But you should check whether, as LINDA said, this is a symptom of madness about to come. Or who has already installed. But as long as you suspect you're crazy, you probably suffer from another disease. Yeah ... Disease east of the moon, they are and why?

Are we crazy yet? Get out of bed and open palm: Moonstone shines in my hand. "You know, I said LINDA when I first met her, I liked so much your story about rock gem that I came first antique and near some old books, I found this. I called moonstone "A stone that all the stones, but the first time I saw LINDA. It was more beautiful than phrases that annoy me sometimes, so I told the first lie: "What a beautiful stone." "He-he, forced laugh LINDA, not nice! But when I passed it whispered: Buy me! "So I looked sympathetically in part to her:

- Hey, baby girl, you know that wolves are not fools.
 To raise her puzzled shrug said,

- That is not no walk in packs or pairs. If you decide that between you and me, I'm crazy, please let me do my part in this peace.

I looked sympathetically:

- Hey, wake up! He asked me to buy ... What's the big deal? Really! Able to steal and then pray to keep your trouble!

- That's nothing, still LINDA serene, but if the night held in the hand makes me dream.

- Me! I jump happily with the thought that after all is nothing more special than a way to send me what he feels for me.

- Not you, I'm sorry. I dream of a world ... to know that I looked there but you were not ...

 There's no one, just me in a wonderful country and surrounded by parrots. You know, normally I allergic to parrots, but even there ... I like to see some mountains in horizon blue, and next to me is a lake where if I bathe, I feel young, beautiful ...

- You are beautiful and you are so young you want?

- I know, man! But there seem totally different ... I want to see the place ...

- Well, give me some rock at night.

- Take it! Let me know tomorrow how it went.

Boulder takes her hand and looks forward for the first time. It's beautiful! Prospector beautiful girls I should do. I guess one in a thousand that is the greatest. God, when he figured out how to do it if you ask me. Unfortunately my first age, weight and the promise of a platonic relationship. This is ... Would a girl of a stone. "Well, that gave me her head," I say to myself I can as long and a short meeting.

Now I sit on the bed and feel hard, sweaty and dirty to the world from whence we came. I immediately recognized the place. Parrots, lake blue mountains in the distance ... But, a more analytical nature than LINDA, I checked in the mirror feeling better soon Lake: Yes, I was different. As I wanted to be if someone would have asked that. Or if not life would have been suspicious, selfish and evil. I had the eyes equanimity that a few times in my life I saw in the eyes of people and I've always envied her. "Well, where are you now LINDA to see me?" We slept happily on the lake. So it was true. Even flowers like dandelions on the lake in which I broke some wires ...

I stood with LINDA stone in hand, I looked the other hand where I had yellow flowers and went to the cabinet where was my rock. It was exactly the same. So the old witch I do not mind.
Now he had only to go to take flowers, let's give then run the antiquarian promised to give him money because he held for a week boulder next to "Faust" by Goethe whom I talked to exasperation LINDA. And about my collection of old books. What is sometimes subconscious ... well guided. He-he, LINDA Honey, what you were easy prey for a fox like me. I remember with pleasure the visit to the old astrologer: I think even I handle him a little by my indecision played brilliantly at first.

- You know, I said I stumbled, I love a girl very young compared to my age.
He looked gray in the astrolabe or the tool might have had him there, although I was expecting some crystal ball.

- My Lord, I said looking at me seriously, the legend of Faust is centuries old. I do not see why it would be appropriate to remember it. Or, worse, it reprinted ... and filters are sold with two charity shops below ...

- You know, doctor, or, well, as considered necessary to tell you ... I will not force them to love me. I want to love me ... but ... (I stumbled theater then resumed) ... you know, maybe if I still sign a document or something, my soul after death to return to stakeholders ... and I coughed slightly pointing down, about where I thought it would be situated Hell.

- A! he made woke astrologer. You mean the devil ... Well, I'm afraid that too would be interested in the soul of a middle-aged atheist who, apparently, sinned enough anyway to be sure the client when the time comes.

- But ... he coughed meaningfully, maybe we can solve your problem ... There is an otherwise little possibility of sending, to you and the young lady, in an ideal world where all problems will be solved by itself ... but that will have to turn once to bring me the price for this trip ... few threads like dandelions yellow flowers that grow there on the shore of a lake. I need to prepare some essential ingredients ... say ... And I can not, unfortunately, to visit this world ... Avatar and a code prohibiting me into this world. Then you can stay there forever ... young ... and probably loved. To do this, you simply need that when you get both there to throw rocks in the lake ... To be sure that you will not be tempted to go back ...

By the lake, near LINDA, look blue mountains in the distance. I am happy, I am loved and I'd like a moment ago never to never end. If guessing my eyes, turned to me. Between the two stones are. Take them in hand and for long. Then, with a graceful movement throws them into the lake.

- Hey, jerk it, it would have to do it ...

- If I waited for you, many would not have happened...Maybe you have not visited the magician. 

At my puzzled gaze broke as dandelion yellow flower between us and motioned me:

- You think someone that much easier for trips in such a world?
He looked at me smiling and his eyes glowed golden iridescent that if I had never seen before.

- Who are you LINDA?

Her smile focus:

- Perhaps a goddess is bored ... and, out of boredom, invented a world. And you invented yourself ... Or am only a woman who loves ... She whispered to me later. It's actually the same thing ...

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