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was a gray afternoon in winter.
This woman had me trapped, leaving a spring in stifling heat.
"You can survive in the desire for a picture?" I kept asking myself, as I crossed the busy streets of a city looking for a hot chocolate that I provide for a bit of life.
"With or without the cream?"
I tried to force me to think of anything else.
a mountain of white, soft and tasty it would be dissolved on the tongue.
swallowed up and vanished in a few moments would have left traces of itself in a kind of excitement from sugar.
"It 's a good solution" I thought.
People were walking beside me.
A woman, a long coat, stopped to pet her tiny dog \u200b\u200band wagging.
Then, dragging it, disappeared behind a corner.
Goodbye, I thought.
But she followed me.
see it, behind my back, like a warm wind, inexhaustible.
"The dark chocolate is more delicious chocolate classic." I thought, turning my gaze to the side of the road in desperate search of a bar.
A man passed me so close urtarmi.
For a moment I lost my balance, but I fell.
I began walking with hurried steps.
"Here's a bar!" I cried to myself.
I entered.
I sat at a table in a corner of the room.
I ordered my hot chocolate with whipped cream.
A blonde waitress, smiling, took me a few minutes.
"How wonderful!" I thought.
was winter, a gray afternoon spent beyond the window of the bar.
Extreme heat from the blue cup was overflowing in front of me.
And while I enjoyed my chocolate lost in memories of when I saw her for the first time, a beautiful, sitting at a table, in a corner of the dim light, sipping hot chocolate with whipped cream the most inviting of all my life.

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I decided to let you know (finally! Could not wait! ") The result of ideas for the play, which I had asked my cousin.
Remember?

Well, I do not know if my cousin will never be able to organize the staging, but this below is the final draft, with no soundtrack and no actors: (.

As it headed?

Being a draft, probably will find errors.
I welcome corrections and additional suggestions.
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update (confused) the noon

• Drafting Linearkey is continuing, though he made the decision not to publish anything until it is completed. It 's still much work to do, but always manages to please me. In terms of plot are now running out, but I want to improve the environment and expand on some characters that I have a little left out. Key needs space!

• I'm reading a book of literary criticism "The Western Canon" by Harold Bloom, one of the biggest critics of the twentieth century. Its purpose is to identify the 26 writers (I think, are just the beginning) at the base of the aesthetic canon of the West. I think few books in my experience as a reader I have annoyed a lot (Orwell's 1984 or Voltaire's Candide). A totally elitist claptrap of the literature combined with a never proven over the literary scene from Homer ... The writers are considered to be severed from the souls of their gift to create strong and reinvent the man and not as items that express the nature through a different method of expression, different, not better. Any kind of criticism that uses texts as a basis for reflections on the historical, social, or re-use them to express an ideological position, are banned because trivializing the size of the writer intended. Well, I'm also ranting (but only for lack of time and space) so I'll stop here. Maybe when I finish I will fine or polemizzerò with greater awareness.

• There is a need for a Western canon? There is a need to give aesthetic reference points? It makes sense to "teach" the taste artisitico? It makes sense to try to make an objective criterion that is highly subjective? While acknowledging that there are things artistically beautiful and artistically beautiful things, how important is it to put barriers? It would not be a smartest choice merely to show how strong and intense may be an artistic expression, as it is? I have always considered literary criticism as a starting point for further discussion among readers who find themselves sharing the reading of an author of a text. Opinions, not dogma.

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slams a door. A few steps

the wind shakes the emotions.

sudden image.

few splinters in his mind.

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few rays
black shadow.
Among the brightly colored stains random

tempering undone.


The wind is a martyr.

Take away the dead leaves and leaves the clear air.

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When the wind takes you too far

The thread of a ball swinging in the wind,
just like a drop of water in the desert,
blazing red against the blue sky.
If you move the eye did not see anything else, attracted by its imbalance
fascinating.
Tap one hand, stroking each other, move
chaotic loss,
no hold but a single, pervasive support.
How long blades of grass on a hillside,
that by dint of being pulled from the air,
are no more grass, but swirling wind.

was sad scene, with chills down my neck.
A song from a distance resembled a house, a music
remembered a vibrant body, hands and feet
, moist lips and hands and feet.

An elderly woman, her hair scattered, silver powder
between gusts arrogant,
placid calm with coiled wire in his hands.
Rossi rings between their fingers intertwined,
ruby \u200b\u200bbracelet around the wrist white,
clapped his hands and ran away in the folds of the door.
A dog barked far.

Still playing my song.
I was caressing the notes, I cradled
surrounded by flowers,
felt in the depths of the heart become
words of love, emotion
,
indissoluble echo of joy. On a trip
impetuous

sbalzai child with a smile on our bed and cheeks
petals concealed,
in your arms sank innocent
taking between my fingers,
a red sign of inconstancy.
This is me, me, me and a thousand,
helpless and restless pilgrim,
vagabond and wanderer,
exhausting ebb and flow to you;
Parca a whisper to my song, and
you, cold wind;
sometimes pushes me far
then shake again,
and stronger.

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Barefoot walked towards the bathroom.
I felt the cold floor beneath your feet.
A shiver went up and down her legs already felt the nostalgia of her hot body, clinging to my underwear.
"Now sleep." I whispered, trying not to make noise.
When asleep, every man becomes fragile.
brings with it intimate desires and intimate fears.
The faces in a labyrinthine world of images and meaning.
then wakes up and takes breath. The
dominates the ugly, unspeakable courage.
or hide it with cowardice.
He ...
An old body shivered with pleasure and still they tried.
He had tried to me that night.
looked at my swollen breasts, my legs firm.
I was a young woman then.
be born years earlier would have allowed me to own it ... After years of not knowing at all ...
choose from I did not know the odds, then opened the door.
bathed in blue, I felt almost out of breath.
closed my eyes, disoriented, to find my breath.
as a vestal, I knelt in front of the bathtub.
Blue, blue as the lake that I had watched from the window, I, myself, and my desire to escape from that dark red, to escape the cold blue, run away from him, by his genius hungry ...
The water began to flow.
few tears are lost in the scent of salt.
"Tomorrow, I'll go." Water
smoking.
I plunged like a siren imprisoned.
Slowly, dangerous, that water flowed, warming up in the empty heart.
closed my eyes, eyelids, slowed down as they went down by the weight of a surplus of fear.
On my face down drops, sweet. How
rain.
Rain on my eyebrows so black that seemed to please but I cried.
My body was embraced by that delicious sense of life. And
forgot Tomorrow ...

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I look at you.

Fragile,
Seeking

hidden secrets.

claustrophobic

consciousness of the lost
possession.

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Someone threw the letter on the floor, that floor to slide almost smooth.
Of the letters of O, of E, and some other consonant. I do not remember exactly.
We were stunned, because we did not understand who had launched and from where. The more we could not understand why.
Someone suggested that a child was playing a few feet above us and that was the result of the negligence of a parent distracted.
But above us, there was only ceiling ...
Another thought it was just a dream. But those letters could touch them ...
I thought that God had decided to put the Alphabet test and challenge our faith in the power of its fragments.
there were, those shiny letters.
Suddenly everyone began to spell.
Everyone tried to form words, while, on his knees, leaning against the wall with one foot, holding his fingers one of these letters, it is isolated from the rest of us.
"I can not find a way, I can not find a way!" I cried, because I wanted to use them all and form the words that God wanted to communicate.
The man with the hat out of the room, carrying the word pain. A
went with him that he had only two letters: The O.
"Hey, stop!"
It was not possible that they were stealing all the letters! Then
badly dressed man carries with it an M, an O, a R, T, a O.
"My letters!"
I remained alone, sitting on the ground.
With only four letters. The


V A T

my letters.
flee.
sense.
unreachable.
I was alone.
Unaware of the significance.
I was alone. I had lost God

I was just confused with my four letters.

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How I met my man (accompanied by my contradictions)

I want to tell.
I wrote a post yesterday.
front of the PC, at lunch in the office, I saw a boat.
And a man.
I wished for him a peaceful passing of time. But it was more
strong his anger.
Banale the image of the boat over the waves. Stronger
his cynicism.
Banale pretend that behind every dark corner there is light. "Have you ever felt you pain?"
And I understand that.
all the intensity that I wanted to show that man, has crumbled.
All seemed useless. Without special
.
"I am alone!"

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I won,
Overcome with a sense of futility and waste.
I began to doubt the piece that I published. Almost to prove anger.
"erased, deleted by myself because I can not do. Unsubscribe."

Today, the boat returned to port, that post is still here.

And I'm happy.

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A man in a boat (only)

I spent several hours on that boat.
Banale: relax following the undulation of the sea.
Banale: lost between the black and the stars.
Banale: Find a distraction to an unrequited love.
badly paid.
A painful love.
Banal ...
Banale: chasing dreams that come true.
Meanwhile, the waves, banal, filled my heart through my ears.
Banali the stars shining between the outstretched fingers of my hand trying to catch them.
Banale life.
Banale pain.
trite and unoriginal.
Banali tears bravely remained attached to the cilia and not down.
Not even that time in the boat, went down.
I fell asleep and perhaps dreamed.
An exclamation point in a life without her ... trivial ... empty ... trivial ... trivial too ...

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Lin was hailed Samy with his hand and soon after he had disappeared around the corner, Downcity, as she probably had followed him with his eyes until he had lost sight of.
Bad luck meeting her that night. While
roamed the Plaza, looking for a place to settle down without attracting attention, Lin looked back Samy.
had moved away from the apartment, slamming the door.
The face almost completely covered by a black scarf.
dark hair uncombed.
And she had called him.
Andreas, are you? "
should not have happened in a circumstance like that. Surely
Samy was surprised to see him go out like that, almost furtive, and Lin, with a low probability, could involve her in his plan ...
"I wanted to be sure it was you ..." The
had approached, had discovered the face and "Yes, I am, Samy."
He smiled and then, without thinking, had invited her to go out with him.
"For tomorrow, are you free? "
" I ... yes, Andreas, of course ... "
" Until tomorrow, then "and smiled again.
And so was set on their first date. Without thinking ...

The image still leaning against the wall, with a bright red sweatshirt, hands outstretched at your sides and a bit 'embarrassed.
Lin put his hand into the pocket of the shoulder bag, which wanted him on the shoulder by the weight of the Old, in there, hidden and protected.
"Oh, here's a perfect place," he thought, finding a few feet from the giant monument in the center of the square, a protected, surrounded by darkness total.
That was the night he decided to try again to connect the old computer to the network abandoned Toysh.
that it should be made of the experiments did not know.
groping for a place to start and, given the circumstances, that of Network Systems built by Toysh the only certainty was that he had.
He sat down cross-legged on the floor.
rests on the thighs and the Elder, accompanying all the action with a long sigh, lit it.
The liquid crystal display, in stark contrast to that darkness, lit up dangerously.
With the fear of being discovered, "Shit!" Lin, quickly lowered the level of brightness.
"How stupid!" Gritted Lin, starting to have to verify the connection and network performance.
Lin took off his hair before his eyes, shooting, and his eyes, now discovered, were shelled.
"What?"
Lin seemed sure that what he saw was real and not a vision.
"What ?..."
the machine displays the two networks. Both
: the old and new.
But no, this was not the amazing thing. In the end he knew that the new network Upcity had been played on some of the settings of the old.
At that time, however, had discovered that some nodes had even been included in the new system.
And that was really ... really ... "Yes! Yes! Grande. "
He remembered when, long before, had been reported that some inactive nodes used for the maintenance of the network.
And now here they are those nodes. The nodes of the good old Toysh!
He could not believe that, from there, would have access to the entire computer system Upcity without being traced.
laughed alone, Lin.
"We're almost there. We're almost there! "
He raised his eyes from the screen, reflecting the fact that, probably, his attempt to run on the stock would have two important limitations, one of the key access road and the distance from the nodes.
But you could solve in one way or another.
"Here we go, here we go!" He looked at the screen again

Just at that moment he realized that had appeared to be notified ...


Confirm to proceed with the access network 2050.09.30/S.Toysh

No! No!
This was really too much to bear.
He had sheer luck!
When the new network was built, had held the key active access Toysh? It was possible to have maintained a line of code that would manage the users extraordinary, special of users? Was it possible?
Yes, because he was Toysh! He did not
needed credentials! He was the God of
Upcity!
still lingers among the circuits and they ruled!
"Toysh, I adore thee!"
Lin turned off the computer, he hid it again in the bag.
And as she stood up suddenly, he spoke to himself, "AR, Key! You can not imagine what a surprise! "

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12 years ago was very different, but it was much more like me than I could remember.
E 'touching, immensely useful to meet again after so many years, and for that I thank all those who encouraged me to pull out an old manuscript from a drawer and, above all, to read it with indulgent eye.

Now you can find it here.

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In a vast field

Being a small creature made of straw and brushwood has its advantages.
I run fast because the wind is pushing me.
And I can almost touch the sky, breathing the sparks of a rain of stars.
I cried on the soil cool.
The wind attacks, blowing strong, why can not bear to see me do not fly, can not stand it no longer hers.
"Now I want to be here!" he shouted.
E 'jealous, but too cool for me really bad. I tend
then my fists of dry stems and try to think. I
fly!
I can sing with the wind!
I can warm up almost to burn in the sun!
I can hide under a dark hat to whisper to the Swallows "Fly higher still, because I want to learn."
I can stand still!
And I can cry, when a summer rain flooded my eyes, cables.
Sometimes I can feel the roots of yellow flowers or bright red poppies, tickle my feet underground.

grow and become stronger and I feel
!
I can also die. Checking this
dry twigs and I'm gone.
But there's one thing I still can not do ...
I want to find out where the rainbow begins walking and light from one color to another, collecting a few drops in a bucket of blue as the sky.
Then after returning to the field, to become a scarecrow in a magnificent rainbow of straw.
What makes you smile.
What makes you laugh.
And never make you afraid.
Bimbo.

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by Barbara Martusciello

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The extraordinary architecture of the mines, located in the mountains of Park Geominerary 'Iglesias in Sardinia, is located in a strategic location which allows you to see the whole valley, far from the town of Iglesias to the sea.
The idea is to ospitareuna series of virtual exhibitions but through a real contact with the territory.

Imaginary Museum of Contemporary Art is moving and will continue to conquering other places like the former barracks of the Mine Monteponi, and other locations. In 2009, all'Est'Arte Iglesiente, lands in the former nursery school in the hamlet of Bindu in Iglesias. Est'Arte container is a high-energy creative space that hosts events and a real estate intended to accommodate students and young local artists with others from different realities, particularly the University of Dartington College of English Art, next to a guest student of Palestinian Society El Fenoun, as well as members from the Academy of Fine Arts of Brera and Sassari. Here Imaginary Museum, under the care of Barbara Martusciello, paves the way for the future, imminent construction of a real CReDoA (Art Documentation and Research Centre) to Iglesias.

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Chapter 30: Enthusiasm

the entrance of the public archives, which occupied the first floor of a skyscraper delimiting The Plaza, RA stopped in front of the recognizer eye.

Welcome to public records, Virgo Anders. The Archivist
wishes you a pleasant stay

So ended his registration and was assigned a position reading. The numerous figures
holographic arranged for the entire surface of the Archives ads, while trying his cabin among the thousands of cabs, the Archivist gave visitors the chance to see one million new documents, decrypted on the occasion of the Celebration Thanks to the inexhaustible efforts of Culture and Information Upcity incurred by the Government.
"As expected from key thought AR, and sits in a chair inside the cab 1054.
The stations were surrounded by very clean and lightly tinted glass on which was projected interface consulting the textual and audio-visual material that composed the immense Archive database.
On the left, on which alternated Upcity fading images, you could use the service Topics: Advice archivist, who that day, suggested to deepen tags: Upcity, Celebration, Technological Progress.
"No, thanks!" AR thought, grinning to the original content as chosen by the Archivist elusive.

Welcome to your workstation, Virgo Anders.
Please note that the interface of consultation files of our adopting a system of tracking the eye. Always look carefully
tags you want and follow the paths of related mindmapping. To follow the
tutorial archivist gaze HERE.
Good reading, Virgo Anders.

AR immediately followed a path of correlations, starting from the explanations Upcity, passed through history, the Foundation then finally resting on the tag Stanislav Toysh.
began to read and review all the material can, however, that he would pass on in full to his scoring.
His gaze ran so fast that anyone seeing the text appear and disappear with the speed, would understand the restless curiosity that drove him in his search. But he was all alone and so pleased that out loud several times approved architecture and documentary heritage Archives.
"Great, great!"
Toysh had been the initiator of all computer systems, on which he had placed the amazing technological advances of the city. AR
immediately moved all the material to Lin.
He could not wait could not.
He had to know now! Lin was
stretches, when his computer notifies you that the transmission of data.
ran in front of the screen and started the voice message sent to him by AR
"that old dumb things it conceals more than we expected! Foul talk! "
AR had transferred documents of all kinds.
Lin was also surprised to find projects for the first wifi network that extended to the full extent of La Plaza.
was surprised that on that initial project was then decided to clone other networks to cover the entire surface of Upcity.
Those networks were based on the principle of a single node and transmission link.
A single node for meters and meters of connectivity.
Those networks had been broken and then discarded to create a global network, but Toysh could not see over.
Lin knelt down, laughing, crazy.
and recorded a message for AR: "I do speak, yes! Toysh was practically a god of technology! "
took the old on which he was studying and whispered: "Tomorrow evening, or tomorrow night, we take a tour of The Plaza, Old man! We dig into their memories, all right? "
Digging in the memories hurt, but Lin was sure that those memories have proved spectacular!

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Chapter 29 - Important news

In a few minutes reached the flat, Lin HR, opened the door, shouting: - Warn Key coming soon! - AR
pressed a button on the wall and sent a voice message to Key, requesting him to hurry because Lin had just arrived in the grip of palpitations.
- Lin, while we wait, can you tell me you got? "
- No, wait it gets even
.- Key - Okay, Alright! But you know I can not stand to see you smile in my face and not know what you turn your head! -
- Patience ... - AR
turned without looking Lin, keeping your arms folded and puffing from time to time, until they reached Key .
- Here we go. Now we're all here. So what? - AR said, while placing each in a side of the table. At the center of three glasses and a bottle of Blue
Swordmaster - Toysh. S. Toysh. One of you has ever heard this name? -
Key HR and looked at each other and burst out laughing.
- Absolutely yes, Lin. You, Key? -
- Me too, obviously. AR, today we had proof that our dear Lin does not remember anything about the timing of
school .- - .- I agree
Lin planted on both eyes.
- Want to get it over and tell me who is?! -
- Stanislav Toysh is one of the founders of Upcity, Lin. When the survivors decided to build the last human city. Toysh took care of all technological systems. -
- Come on, the lesson continued as follows: Toysh took care of technological systems Upcity; Criarty deals with the organization of production; Miller, the architect designed the vertical structure of the city and Marson ran the division of powers .-
- In practice You should also know something about you, Lin. -
- All right! All right! As usual you are more intelligent all! Very good! Bearing in mind that I would only have to remember from this information makes my discovery even more advantageous. -
- What a discovery, Lin? -
- At this time the computer was Stanislav Toysh is my full, total possession! -
- You mean ... The Old -
- Yes, the old is none other than the computer with which Toysh designed the technological system of our city! -
Lin eyes shone with excitement.
When his PC had spoken identification code that had not been able to imagine the extraordinary material that had to hide in that memory. Here it is another sign. There he is!
In a way the other, although it was still dark, Lin would be able to exploit this dumb luck.
AR, in silence, eyes closed, both hands resting on the table, had remained motionless.
- Lin, we are very close to the goal. The old man is now even more tangible history .-
- Yes, AR, bonding, we were looking for, direct, without intermediate nodes, with our past. - Key
poured, casually, a glass of swordmaster, decided as she spoke: - AR, and I must find as much information as possible on our Toysh: projects in which he participated, that has brought innovations in the computer system. The more we understand its role, more able to exploit Lin the potential of the Elder, who will continue to study .-
- Good idea, Key. Tomorrow I will go on to the public. -
- Taking advantage of the favorable time of celebration of the week, I'm sure there will be more opportunities to obtain documents viewed. -
- Guys, it's decided then! - Even
AR and Lin poured himself a drink.
And having approached the glasses to toast their first step, drank heartily. Lin
wiped his mouth with his sleeve and, laughing, turned to AR - Ah! You! When will you know your friend? -
- Yes, AR, Lin is right. When? -
- Boys. Listen to me! -
- We are all ears! -
- Forget it! -
AR began to laugh, but Lin got up to go and uncombed hair, in a lull that preceded the others, numerous rounds of alcohol.

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Chapter 28 - Starting Line

In the room there was the usual silence disturbed only by the fan of the Old and from time to time you started.
The heat is a real nuisance for the poor processors once thought Lin, laughing.
had placed before him his two computers.
The past and present, now available to examine its gaze.
all so different.
Who knows when, for the first time, someone had thought about the possibility of a nearly total symbiosis between man and machines? A total immediacy? A progress that, after years and years of cooperation, he might make the computer's most trusted partner of man's natural response to the gestures of his hands, his voice natural response? Instead
had come to this ...
Lin scratched his head and swallowed yet another handful of cereal.
For the past few days, after the promise made to AR, Lin was dedicated to the development of ways and means to infiltrate the network security Upcity.
There must be a way to penetrate it and he would find, at any cost. For the moment
Lin preferred to concentrate on the ways of their actions rather than on content of their investigation, because when AR had assured that he would help him to discover the secret memoirs of the file, Lin was, yes, persuaded by the intuition of his hotly, but strong was the thrust of the maniacal and destructive curiosity, which when the soul against this technological system that had disappointed him too and that too much despised. How
had planned, was made necessary a new visit to the store and assessing the risks they ran, had assured to consider that the supervision of the French and his minions were strangely and significantly reduced despite the ugly face of She-eyelock ...
in the building, indeed, it was rumored imminent beginning of a major project for a system of geo-positioning, built on a revolutionary new idea Fabre.
"other shit to clean up the system security plan," said Lin. So
had intruded once again in the basement of the building HT.
Proud of himself, almost haughty, smoldering within him a strong perception that the purpose of his life had now become clear: to accelerate the downfall of an oppressive technological model, attacking his master, and every object that had recovered under (keyboards , battery chargers, power cables, very old manuals and system analysis and programming) was just a bonus to simplify the progress of his mission.
He had never felt so powerful and in control of his destiny.
smiled to himself, shaking his head.
Maybe he was exaggerating with the self-exaltation.
looked at the ceiling, chewing of continuous cereals.
And smiled again and found a tooth on the left slightly misaligned, which made her smile even more fascinating.
Yes, she was exaggerating.
At that moment, while his gaze to flow from one screen to another, Lin picks up the notification of his computer: "Identify device. 2050.09.30/S.Toysh.
He was astonished to at least half an hour, trying to figure out what was going on, until you consider the hypothesis that the Old be was identified by his laptop through a few e-label, one of those used a hundred years earlier, to simplify and update the data transmission in confined environments, using the frequencies of the wifi networks. But that name ...

S. Toysh.
He had already heard, I was pretty sure ... but he could not remember.
The past began to buzz loudly and Lin, excited, came in a hurry to house in search of Key HR or to ask if they had never heard of a certain S. Toysh.

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Chapter 27 - Night Shift

He spent a few hours since he was locked in his office ("I wish I could change color
furnishings, create a new image of comforting me, recover, retrieve ...")
Only a few hours.
yet felt strong the impression of a wait that had lasted for months. The expectation that someone, unknown and far away from him, finally reveal the next move, once and for all who decide their own fate, free forever from the paralysis of life, which had fallen, for years now.
But so long was that time of waiting for him to lose hope that someone other than himself could find an alternative route. Another. Again. Meanwhile
had come in, "her", Miss Hawk.
Here in front of his desk to ask again if they were finally got those ten minutes on their hands.
"Not yet, Miss Hawk. ... I'm not still waiting for Mr. Beatle to discuss an important issue."
"Okay, Fabre. I am sure will remember to call me as soon as free."
"Obviously, Miss Hawk. The sound strange, but I also have some interest in organizing to better our business together. ... And if it ever needs me again, use the intercom, thanks."
Every act of this woman had the power to dismiss and Fabre, with difficulty, refrained from expressing the obvious discomfort of his presence.
She bent her head slightly, unlined and had an artificial smile gone.
"My new secretary ... Bah ..."
they both knew what would be his role
... Just a question tormented him (and he wondered if he could pinch your temples even more trapped inside your head that doubt ): it was really the matter of She-eyelock the reason for this lack of confidence of the Government, suddenly became clear, so explicit as to place them between your feet a spy?
But it was not for that, or else, the unexpected presence of the Miss Hawk forced, after all these years, to review its strategy for survival Upcity.
nothing was served to target the most influential management positions in the palace HT preservation of that one track of himself that he had kept his name.
And nothing was served to leave his past in a dark corner.
She had left him to rot enough to hear only the smell.
"My name Fabre! Julien! "Wanted to scream Upcity and intercom on that stupid nosy. "I was Julien Fabre! I am Julien Fabre "
He wanted to take it all in one way or another.
He wanted to get away from that office and tell everything to that one person.
stories of those who first had to be French. What else there was out of that fucking dome. Tell her of Sophie. Tell her that he was capable of loving ...
account of that day.
Sophie, with her head resting on his bare chest, had whispered: "Forget the time, Julien, is the solution!"
And he had not understood. He did not understand anything, he mistakenly was limited to love it.
"Our love is timeless. Our love will live beyond this gray time, is not it? "
talk about his failure. Of that love died. Finished. Carried away by his vile hands.
tell this too and everything, everything he knew.
tell her secret of all the garbage that filled his head.
say, "Look, I'm tired of the silence, I'm tired of being alone! Play the things I was ... "
Fabre sprang up.
"No!"
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
could not miss her.
could not load one know that would kill her.
had to find a comfortable compromise, a clever alternative. Another. Again.
Only in this way ("Fabre, hush!") Mira could preserve the only living soul. Him did not care. Not anymore.
hid her eyes wet with heavy eyelids
"Miss Hawk, the meeting is postponed until tomorrow," the intercom announced, without leaving them time to reply.
So impatient, Fabre Beatle waiting for a meeting of paramount importance.

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The burden of conscience thoughts had long kept hidden. It was calculated in a time of distress that his cornea blades emerged, claiming, shiny and fairs, their function.

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I had never liked before.
So it was just amazing that I could fix one for so long.
That sense of ambition that characterize them, I had always evoked a kind of tacit contempt.
foolish, I thought.
And look instead! What I found interesting
that little gift.
With its bright colors! From
stops were symmetrical lines, red lines, thick, orange, yellow.
During the dance was a unique blend of passionate red fire.
vortex at the gray floor. He turned turned turned
.
Without harmony.
stubbornly in balance.
And always, at all times, slowed down, shaky.
smiled.
Basically everything depended on me.
And I felt in my omnipotence grumpy gesture with which his spear, because ripartisse in his frenzy, in my eyes wide open.
Perhaps only then discovered that the line is an illusion.
Life is a chaotic turn. When it stops
gaze points.
're drunk dizzy yet with all your might try to turn its gaze.

I was wondering, thoughtful, because he could not whirl alone, and she, a top that would not be ready to live its essence as soon as my hand was tired of hurl it in the world.

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had two beautiful wings!
streaked with the sun on a white, almost blinding.

He loved the wind!

And broke with its beautiful wings. The

domava
gliding,
the wind whipping
so,
sometimes painful
,
with its beautiful wings.

Incredibly fragile dust scattered light in the air.

Invisible

touched the grass. Invisible


colored white

a green world.

crumble into dust. He continued to fly.

And we admired her wings, from far away.
did not want to scare her.
was resting, the wings stretched, bent on a flower and pink.
did not want to scare her.
had two beautiful wings!

But his weight bent the flower and this bothered us.

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"I believe you." Said the old man.
Not a word more.
He rose from his chair and taking a brown scarf in hand, came out of that bar.
Forever.
The head of the other, which could be seen in the dim light of the big shoulders, too narrow in a purple jacket, remained low, reflecting perhaps a few drops of beer, I had seen a moment before bursting onto the table.
Two bottles.
an ashtray.
A cigarette in the balance.

I seemed to see it tremble.

and considered whether the cigarette was still spewing smoke Lu ... I
in the balance.
Without a word to say, without brain stimulation.
Kaputt.
watched the smoke build a wall of dense fog ...

"I believe you, 'said the old man.
The other sighed, barely managing to keep his head raised.
I walked slowly to the table.
As soon as I saw the man smiled at me, kind.
"Lord ..."
"Yes?"
I wanted to understand what it meant for one person to be trusted by another, and understand why be should be so hopelessly bitter.
I wanted to say: "I believe you! She told the truth. The truth wins. The truth will win if shared! "
" Yes? "He smiled again.
"I bring something else?"
"No, thanks."
I smiled at him, kind.
And he stood up, leaving money on the table.
picked them up wet from the drops of beer.

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I look through the lens, carefully so as not to miss.
entomologist with the care that I want to take your case, however, fade in light blur when I see your searching look. As it is fatuous to think technically dominate the world and so to grasp objectivity. All that is left of our investigation is that a long line of unique encounters.