"A cock fulmineo broke the air sideways,
stunned on the ground crossed a mortal dread
and the whole firmament collapsed in a flash,
like a huge iron roof and glass "
(Leopoldo Lugones:" Psalm Rain ")
The cautionary hood speeding the fall of twilight scenes did not change in principle to my commitment to equations philosophy that inspired the yard cornered against South America.
Until an unexpected soft and calm breeze shook the troubled vegetable flakes quickly against Enamorada penitents of the Wall. Only then I noticed the lack of chirping and pious.
The migration of birds became apparent, its failure to fill the silence so that a cry would have been less alarming than the rarefied stillness.
The hurricane blow not to break the pitchers took a crushing skies and shady; around the yard seemed to rebel lighting of blue flashing while unstable plants love disarmed as if by magic. Wall Enamorada only clung to his unusual strength elemental stone, as camphor revived for the third time, making its way from the bowels of the earth.
Something was not right.
however remained stubbornly searching the blackened sky amid a maelstrom of excessive wind and sand.
There was no time for repentance.
fulminant wound lightning broke in half the noise of silence no longer reality. The cup that rested in my hands was hit and sank in a sea of \u200b\u200bsand on which plunged the once-essential-glasses of the past exhausted.
I searched desperately a way out. I could smell it, my heels. "Calm down, come on, you're home," she repeated, mockingly, the stone wall openings moving at will in my footsteps breathed the threshold of a possible escape. "It seems a Ta - te-ti Russian" I shocked, while the middle seam opening night sky beneath my feet and slipped patio, irremediable, above my head.
Wind completed the task as a colossus precisely pinpoint accuracy: just a thought and I stayed.
(continued)
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