The transience of many grown in the rooms and rented apartments. Then when the time of collection, say mature above the uselessness of doing. There is transformed into a giant eye that enjoys seeing things in the world and its lazy, stuck in the hot eye socket. I've always loved the inaction, the genuine falsehood of idleness.
Nell'onirico story follows Gabriel celebrates its inactivity, praises idleness that every day takes away some of the flavor of the factory and takes away the worker's uniform. I thank him for sending me his story, I wish you good reading.
"idleness, in dreams, the submerged truth sometimes comes to the surface." (Virginia Woolf).
When this became routine I gave idleness of that situation. was then that happened and my metamorphosis, abyss of my dreams, I could see myself sitting on my bed.
"It must be the worst of me," I thought, because I was not exactly a pretty sight: red eyes like fire, six legs instead of arms, a grin on his mouth like a restrained grin. pitying I looked and I turned my back.
tour in the belly of my burning apartment do with how perplexed and panicked.
Nothing seems to give me relief, but all of a sudden to relax and have a moan. The chase listening better and I find him there, where I had left him: sitting on my bed still in an ironic Gurd fixity. My looks empty to me and makes me feel helpless. I die for a while as if a force was pushing me down, but before being crushed by it ...
"Do not dream! YOU ARE CUTE!
desist and 'good today ... RELAX NOW!
desist and' good today ... RELAX NOW!
NOT LIMITED TO WATCH PART ... !
I start to sweat and are hypnotized by my blank stare, my mouth gritted does not pop sound and I can not rebel to this. I see a bottle of Ron , jot down a sip and lose consciousness.
When I woke up I found myself covered with moist soil and smelly.
Without a word my twin stranger takes to water, starting from the feet.
And my body now make sparks.
Gabriele
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