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lost soul the wind in the evenings spent in this sweltering city. And lost soul wandered blind alleys, avoiding the fear that life is passing before his eyes dead. Drifting stars without pale faces life in illusions. Empty-handed. Dreams in suspension.

But the wind, volatile element, changed its direction to the destination file does not surrender. And they flew away, and leave your life to chance. With bare feet began to move, leaving behind what had been until now their reality.

Before him shape a new horizon, new waters to shake, fresh shoots of grass on which to be stroked. New words to convey a whisper in foreign nights. A new wind that morning from bridges evening, will drop the nostalgia of yesterday.


PD. Soon I will write from elsewhere, from other windows from other landscapes. I'm leaving my current life in search of what I need, I hope to find ... This has been one of the reasons for my absence these last few days, too many things to do before leaving. Try to write again soon, but I do you have in mind if it takes a little ... greetings to all who pass by here.

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Once upon a time, a fairy tale in reverse. A story of imperfect people and actions lack the courage of the heroes of legend ...

In a place not far away, from breath carbon hundreds of horses and a noisy street full of giant concrete, Phoenic the modest palace in which the action takes place. Between the walls filled with art works without luxury furnishings imported from faraway kingdom of IKEA lived a happy Prince and Princess.

His life went quiet, and calm sea. Banquets with the courtiers of the place were happening about every seven days , abundant foreign travel realms of foreign languages \u200b\u200band the actual room breathed the scent of lust and sex meat consumed by young lovers.

All around her seemed perfect and no one feared what was about to happen ...

One morning the princess lost sight of the horizon and frightened he fell into a sickly stupor. Each night of screaming, dreaming that death was kissing on the lips. Dam of fear began to withdraw into herself drawn into the dark anxieties that rotten hand unreal.

The Prince, anxious, fought against the ghost of Princess depriving the importance she gave them, chopping blows of rationality and indifference. But his attempt to break free of that confinement was in vain, the princess stopped talking with his eyes and ended Prince building a wall of misunderstanding around.

The whole kingdom was plunged into chaos and months dead, one after another, were defoliating the calendar ...

One morning upon awakening, the princess realized that he had not dreamed of death. A smile on his face, but soon became strangely contorted face and contour of your lips at the sight that lay beside a stranger. Person who had been the perfect complement had gone ect d step to a body, exact replica of the love of yore, but empty, meaningless.

The sight caused a strange madness seize the princess and the animosity the push to leave your sanity to get lost in forests of concrete and artificial sunsets. More and more often barefoot at dawn again.

Prince silent, observarba from afar with the chill that had settled in her eyes. I no longer played, and not kissing her, and not even wanted. And against the indifference shown by the princess revealed each day, making excesses increasingly looking for a little prince reaction , jealousy or just some concern.

In one of those endless nights that lasted beyond the sunrise, between sobs Princess whiskey and rum collapsed. Collapsed into the arms of a courtier, his faithful confessor from childhood, one that has always, in silence, his heart had desired. Comforting hugs became passionate kisses and opened the gates of hell.

During the day wandering like lost souls, the withdrawal syndrome hung in the mouth. At night, when the eyes of the kingdom became blind, dose injected excessive saliva, skin and kisses. Addicted to each other, they needed the contact of their bodies to survive.

But that balance was eventually impossible to wear their smiles ...

The courtier soon began to claim in full possession of the prince was imperturbable stranger to treason, and she lost in remorse, his heart was torn.

loved the prince , he knew. It had been his last, but good man who never had known and hurt too many times to rule out a future planned, dreamed and imagined. I joined so many things, the same goals, the same world view, the commitment ... but had lost that fire that was between them, gradually had gone off.

loved the courtier, he knew. He had always been there, had a friendship stronger than the passage of time, a desire and a passion that never felt a thousand promises of blue skies and new stories. But separating them so much, was too afraid of not being able to share with him the same dreams and illusions, I was afraid that stability he sought to cut their wings.

And doubts took the reins ...

And it was strong, and was honest with them. The princess decided to banish from his life to the two parties who formed his heart he could not bear to see suffer either. And he cut his own wings to offer them the chance to fly. Neither deserved the pain she was causing them ...

The Prince accepted the decision but stood by his side in the room next to the castle hoping to regain its love. The courtier accepted the decision but withdrew hurt, not realizing they could not light a fire in the ashes of the former.

And it's over this story without a happy ending without unhappy ending. Three actors with their own loneliness, and a worn decorated abandoned in a corner ...

Today clear days are of soot-stained for a princess to be stopped to become Cinderella. Prisoner of its own rubble and without broom with which to sweep. Suspended in time, his life on hold.

Prince still looks the infinite patience that characterizes him, trying to approach it ( sometimes think you get ).

The courtier still pending with that infinite despair that characterizes him, trying to convince her that happiness lies outside the palace walls (a sometimes think you get ).

... and her ... she does not know what to believe ...