Pataisymai

CHAPTER 4 I knocked on a door and waited.

I went to the door of the side, I called and waited. All were gone.

A cheerful and colourful multitude of congemaniacos of picnic he had spent the day planning, from in the morning early, before the first light, until long after the sunset, enjoying the summer Midwest sunset, although most were too busy to capture the melancholy of his evanescent light, with the wings of their devices ora still , ora, wings reminding those of gulls, albatrosses and bats wings pad and bamboo, wings intricately ornamented with feathers of celluloid, and in a vast blue flicker arrived, loading with all imaginable kinds of Airman, from the skeptic's laboratory at the ascensionista taken by Jesus, accompanied often by «dogs of heaven», which had learned to sit still packed together in their small aircraft cockpits, noting the instrument panels and barking if they are aware of something that had escaped him to the pilot, while others I saw them at the edges and the bridges of flight, with the head overlooking the stream of air, looks of joy on their faces.

From time to time, the flyers are greeted each other through megaphones, and dusk was filled, as the trees of many streets in nearby, the gurgling of their aerial compliments.

Already in my room, I tried to think about the matter, it was complex to do so, mostly by my fears, which would have either.

Could it be that Marta was the only one willing to enter camera lot until body fails him.

The danger does not seem never importaaaar, because the danger is a roof that makes long-cai...

Someday I will go and I never will.

Forget, friend, the bitterness that I owe, limit yourself to pee on my Tomb, and get to continue the show!