Dusk. My neighbor José Juan crosses his grandson to school across the street and then come to talk a few minutes. Today I speak with certainty of the earthquake in Japan, the risk of a radioactive rain war over oil and wealth accumulated inhumane and famous players. Stuff.
light thins in the afternoon and desist from hardened his brilliance. Perhaps subtle retreat back under the sunset until the date on the world. That has not changed is true and is in place. Light is very wise, it is believe that the universe does not just measure but at least millions of times vague, wandering this area does not seem to infinity highly relevant. A modest portion of the universe that even the most fanatical in miracles and heaven are right in telling us otherwise.
it be that inhabit a blade that infinity does not receive and turn this tiny planet of ours, for thousands of centuries not disturbed for a second the gigantic space. And despite the announcement that we will come gods 'know it all', no risk if immortality walks around the neighborhood or infinitely far away, as at last it seems.
my neighbor Joseph Gone John and his grandson, smiling, and promised to say something to read 'perpetual debt of poor countries. " In truth, anxiously awaited his arrival whether much good would come talk to some god of those imposed on us settle scores with us, common beings breathe in the south of the map and we always clench thugs fashion dresses sent us some fun bankers. And Joseph John predicts that admitting forever be indebted to accounts we avoid messy powder and gauge future, 'we so poor beings who help to cycle always meet the ghost that ever becomes creditor, debts do not know whom he 'rounded my neighbor. We laughed, we chatted a while and I helped him out to begin with phrases that amuse him too. Are styles.
Shadows and appropriate the open street and announces that some penumbra autumnal charm. The mated pair of eagles flying back to the tower of the school and hushed voices, later threatens some slight sadness the environment. The silence calls for a council of shadows and my garden and opaque without mothers and their children tinkering around, I said tomorrow. There is a time longer than suggested by this street, a constant dialogue or at least simulated script stored in its memory. Is the street where I live and if I look or not and I imagine the world.
crowds around here do not pass or eternal slave winners displaying wealth or fashion pamphlets ; is an elusive place until those vendors of faith in churches and synagogues, several mosques. 'People who have to liquidate much imposture of eternity and heaven promised every kid starving in the world is a loss of their gods, and you do not continue making the agile, che'. You just dodged tirade proclaiming José Juan and shouted by a crowd change the dreamy landscape of my street. (3 / 2011)
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