something had served in the readings obtained by fraud when Moon took me for a walk. From one of these I learned that a labyrinth is viewed from an external point. Slowly
assumed some positions that would allow me to trace the perimeter of the trap. I often reflected on subjective Cloe. This
my new friend did not resemble at all to the moon. In the eyes of Cloe
very clear there was a pain. Remnant of a large cake immediately, one day, perhaps, a revelation he had irretrievably broken the curve of his eye.
So I went back to her, asked her formally to become my medium.
- I understand what you mean.
- It 's a good starting point.
- Well ... let's say you're not the first.
- like you've solved?
- I've never solved, not as you've chosen to solve, at least.
- Here, we talk about how I solved that I ... Cloe
stiffened. I had to come to terms with that mood unstable, catatonic eyes, buried dramas, another human case.
- Do not complain hours Dweyer Dan, you know I did the only sensible thing to do at that point.
- Let's talk.
- Before you then you were offered thousands of times. But you never acted, your biggest trouble is that you do not act, you know.
truths uttered by a person known to be unstable, the most direct and poisonous, have no bevels, you take the cutting, withdraw immediately behind innocent eyes.
- all?
- Have you ever found the strength to take alternative routes. You have committed the worst mistake. To close the chapter called you out. It would not be
been able to say more. Eyes wide, covered by a veil of terror frozen for years, staring at the waves, it follows the development of a distance, the graphite of the rough seas, the edges of the clouds in the diaspora. From a distance
commanded his mind to say anything more fleeting words, dictation, who knows what other phrases used in context: - Now you're here, stop looking for the past ... you are here, you could call out of the game ... disgusted with the game ...
- I was disgusted by the game Cloe ... what game? Elusive
a chera oracles of fate that spat broken, delivered in random order.
I had a dizzy spell, I sat on his heels, not far from her. Addossai back to a large cleat. In front of me curled clouds, torn blanket around giant Astra. Above the sea, that eye was a glowing look hard to return, I went back to his trial. Then he bent his head sideways, eyes the friend stream, the water will not spare me clarify. Similar to that other stream of thought that so neglected, I spoke of my ability to lose everything. As with affection, I was inclined to lose even intentions.
Sometimes I held something, it was rarely useful stuff. That's also why I had come to so little, I thought.
certainly try to see the maze from the outside, but focused only scattered points. I was a
sniper, perched on a roof in the margin. I was there for more than a year without know myself decide to pull the trigger.
Now I had taken a break, I unhitched the sore eye from the viewfinder. I looked around, shrugged his shoulders, breathe again and I realized: the fire close to the viewfinder all the time was from my lack of an overview. Not to mention that in all this I never realized that occupy the day in an absolutely useless.
Finally, the inability to love. The love of others first love asks for themselves. I had jumped at the foot 'of the first step.
I felt discomfort again.
I got up, the wind on the pier did not take more, mi sentii in diritto di non salutare.
Cominciai ad allontanarmi, due, tre falcate... poi venne il solito insano impulso di voltarmi, vidi gli occhi di lei sui miei: -…e nauseato Dan, soprattutto dal tuo, il tuo modo di giocare...
