The slight hiss of blue polycarbonate sheet that flowed into the guide does not disturb the background of the passacaglia.
The fresh wind filled the room by adding metallic luster and body to the notes dancing in the dark.
On the bed, a dream-Bernini had carved his work in ecstasy. A flurry of sinuous lines were confused hips and slender legs of women, beautiful ivory pleated sheets Seree blacks prosthesis and long curls on the pillow, live like the foliage of the terrible Medusa. The eyes and face were relaxed, happy in a pose that made her look like a delicate doll ceramic.
tenderly stroked her, trying not to disturb the sleep, peace of mind.
The rest was there for that.
As in the past. With other souls.
in the future. With other souls.
Each of them was incredibly original and unique beauty of a particular, to put them together they would have a kaleidoscope of iridescent, beautiful and attractive as a continuous movement from any direction you looked.
hand covered her body vibrating as the wood of a water diviner in search of life.
wonders of creation.
smiled.
The man rose from the edge of the bed and reached the open window. The steps made no noise on the carpet.
He put his hands to the plate and looked at the world, from the Tower Room 2010 of the Torah. The wind had stretched the skin on her naked body.
The spaces between the administrative buildings nearby were clogged up to incredible heights with tubular structures, metal plates and shiny black as pitch interpenetrating amorphous with other buildings. Boxes, concrete domes and plastic materials that reflected the colorful lights of the advertising signs in inexorably climbed to the top of the towers housing.
Crowded drops of candle wax dripping along.
Where a glass or a metal plate were blown away, eroded by neglect, there were numerous awkward and hasty, or huge hole through which you could see the structures rusted and corroded by time, where the theatrical stage teeming with people intent on his personal affairs.
Modern ant followed one another without adjustment, indefinite creating districts that proceeded to clogging complete each area, excluding the transfer corridors.
At that height the earth was invisible, hidden under a woolly blanket that changes its appearance and its color according reflectors and signage shields. A perpetual smog.
From gash created by a sudden updraft, saw the colossal basements of buildings: unreal artificial buoys in the sea of \u200b\u200bmud and toxic waste that formed the ground level.
The ephemeral sea in constant motion that hid the lost Atlantis, and in which the loveliness of this woman was a beacon of warm light. A flower that rose from the mud.
A movement behind him woke him in disgust.
- Where are you? -
voice over a million veils soft separating waking from sleep. Hissed the words as if they were purring of a cat.
- Come here to me -
The man did not turn around.
He liked to imagine the slender hands that sailed between the sheets for warmth. That the thrill of the body were a vague dream in the cold of the night.
He knew better than anyone else, but now he saw her happy does not remember the name. It seemed that life was condensed in a moment.
had become like one of those squares on the LCD screen, viewed individually had no meaning, they were an icon on or off, but having created a whole something charming, big and a more sensible approach.
- not come here? -
was no longer a certainty, but a question. Why her, with eyes of jade would indimidito the vanity of a peacock, in the end he knew that time would come.
Eyes were fixed on her back, alone glossy painting on the window frame.
His time was up, just like all the others before her.
could donate, but never taken. Absinthe Tasting drop by drop, until the flavor faded and that it remained vague memory.
- I have to go - said in a faint voice.
finally turned. He took his black robe and seeing the worried smiled as if to let the joy as his legacy. Forever, as was his mission.
She seemed reassured, shrugged his sheets as if suddenly the walls of the room had become ice.
She took two steps back, approaching the bed.
- Now you have all your life, remember that! -
said this and launched into space.
She saw him fall, first quickly, then seemed to slow to a stop a few meters above the ground. The yellow fog hid him for a moment and then spat, more beautiful than ever, and quickly climbed into the shiny top of the towers. Without looking back he flew off into the night, leaving you breathless, but with my heart strangely full of happiness.
It was then that she laughed heartily, in the face to the austere towers of obsidian, the corrupt city. Laughed so much it's faster heart that flew away and that was as close as no one ever. The passacaglia is merged into a gay.
He felt it, beyond the town, over the mountains and the sea, the clouds and knew he had achieved his goal. That he was a good sailor in the ocean of the essence. Had protected and loved.
Just like the angel he was.
Benedict for what they gave, doomed never to see the green eyes more than a breath of night.
