linear perfection.
She walked straight along a road that only showed things right. The asphalt road marched to their feet at every step I took, but she did not see it as only paying attention to things that were on the right. It was as if nothing else had, the front was never contemplated in the course of this strange ride. As he walked
was perceived that he was in an unknown city, perhaps only in passing or who knows ... maybe for some reason that would reveal the destination.
surround and deep silence A silence that filled the day. It was all you could hear even hear the sound of their footsteps.
The sun should be at the highest point of the sphere, because any object cast shadows. There was a strange environment, say even disturbing. Those streets were free of life, no people, no plants, no cars. Nothing.
Still looking to the right began to notice some low buildings, some three or four floors, were not in the immediate vicinity, for a wider road than she stepped spacers. All were white and blue facades described a perfect symmetry, which prevented differentiate between them. All had a white background with blue lines that drew large squares on them. Later there was a large roundabout with grass and next to a circus tent Canvas dropped his blue and white stripes.
is .- "That little thought as he watched -More than a circus seems like a tent.
But what was his surprise when he passed her house and check that dragged along into a large tent. The wind blew gently dense canvas revealing entry in what was a huge aquarium, which was now dirty and torn. As he advanced he began to embrace a feeling that there was no transform into thought. Things are not what they seem. It is an idea that should be taken into account. That little confusion became very meaningful to her, not knowing why, he transmitted something special.
continued walking straight ahead as usual and suddenly realized I was leaving the little town to walk outside. There was nothing to make her stop, or change direction, just walked and walked without waiting for their continued progress in a straight line is broken at any time see a thing. That idea did not exist. Thus he continued his walk, now look to the right saw a huge green wheat field, was immense, there was not nothing but an endless stretch of green ears swaying to the tune of almost negligible wind, that image was relaxing. Then something changed, without looking to the left, realized he had a car, maybe in red, on the opposite side of the road, it there were young people, but did not look in that direction, only thought.
"I hope you do not say anything when you go to his side.
So he kept moving in a straight line facing right. When he went to the car's height felt without seeing, someone stood behind her and was following for a while. But nowhere had a clear impression of it. In his mind drew a male figure walking behind her, but soon after that image and the sensation faded.
Everything was as before, wheat dancing on your right, the heat and silence escorted to that spot, until it was forced to stop. Front it stood a massive wall of brown, in which was in large letters "Funeral" graveyard "seemed drawn from an amusement park and were placed in a curved line on a big door. The silence grew heavier and the heat is more strongly adhered to the skin. For the first time all the way the hearing was going forward.
It remained a few minutes feeling the way he had been following went through those doors, but not his way. I knew that was not the time to enter that place. Suddenly knew he had to look back and he did, he looked to the field of wheat, which had now changed. Instead of millions of ears on the ground appeared a gentle hill, which had been cut in half in the past to build the road on which she had walked. The first thing he saw was a male figure that was familiar. He searched his mind and found a close relationship with the self-image that drew on his imagination as he passed the car and feel the following. It appeared that a fresh spell in the air, the mysticism of that meeting became dormant second by second. Not a single word. There was only room for visual impressions and those other senses that have no name yet.
on that hill he remained motionless, there he was, standing with one leg propped up on high ground, his body was wrapped in black clothes, the wind blew gently with her long blond hair. Transmitting a cold expression through his icy blue. It was beautiful, perfectly stroked his being.
mental image that she was receiving did not change, it still had the same core: it. But little by little they began incorporating more elements. Right next to this mysterious being was a string that protruded from the edge of the hill. The rope hanging from it was moving slowly. In the background was black silhouettes, about him and hid the look of it. Within minutes was established a communication link between them that exceeded the established limits. There were no words, nor gestures, even the slightest movement dared to interrupt the time. A flow of ideas and thoughts began to be transmitted between the two. All these impressions were traveling under the guise of feeling, as dispensed with words. She knew she had to go up to him, since the meeting between them was necessary and could not be in another place on that hill. In turn, he knew she would rise because otherwise the rope that is swinging in the gallows bind it to his neck taking his life.
If she was not going up, he would die. Both were aware of it. They also knew that everything was written, their minds were set, yet independent, their minds were as one that hung from two different people.
He was not entirely unknown to her was something I had seen on occasion, that person may be quiet out of herself.
At the time she was aware that he who sat motionless in height was the incarnation of evil, the fears and concerns, does everyone? Does it? And it was necessary to meet him, for some reason that was beyond the understanding. So suddenly found his side, on top of the hill. Both were standing facing each other, within a large cavity excavated in the soil, which was covered with wood, it was like giant wheel which was toying with the fate that would be the destination. Around him rack, paper cutters and more forks. They had killed many people who did not deserve to be dead, so just that's where mystical encounter that made sense. Next to them a dull haze of thought mixed with the heat. Where did evil in the past, was revived in the present by meeting resentatives. And there remained a long time gazing into the eyes, saying nothing and feeling.
20/6/2003
is curious that the route of the (linear) only see broken in this event. When she retraced his steps you meet someone who seems to have been part of herself in the distant past. Everything was set.
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