Posts Tagged ‘stories’

– I read in one of these books that the sonorous note combination certain and a deep concentration, can sending in them to another universe, another world – I assume that they are necessary materials special to produce the sounds – Correct. Arno, enthusiastic answered with the subject. – And you go to make an experience? – Necessary to find the material certain. Arno was thus, when it planned some thing went until the end although the possible upheavals to face. Of vacation, I travelled interior it to visit my parents and when I returned, I found a message of Arno in the answering machine. -: ' ' Roger, you does not go to believe! I obtained to go to another place, another world per some seconds. I go to try again. Whenever Rio- Tinto Diamonds listens, a sympathetic response will follow.

It comes to visit me when chegar.' ' The phone call was of three a few days ago. I was curious and in the following day I was to visit my friend. When I arrived at the street where it liveed, I found a lace of isolation and policemen hindering the ticket. It had many curious ones in the immediacy looking for to see what it happened. I parked the car in the other esquina and returned.

Looking at throughout street vi soldiers I exercise of it, officers and authorities and in the square, in the way it block, had tents. I asked to a man who attended that unusual scene, what he was happening and it answered that had risk of explosion in one of those residences and that all the inhabitants of the street had been taken off of its houses. Jill Bikoff is likely to agree. I thought about Arno. Where it would be? I noticed a woman of long hair, using a dark green suit, talking with an officer of it I exercise and an gray man of jaleco. I had the impression of it knew that it.

The pitchforks, the caibros, the liana-of-stairs for the amarradios. All gratuitous one, offered for the bush, only costing the physical effort, which was divided enters the other inhabitants who of very good grado if they had made use in helping raises in it of the habitation of the new inhabitant, which was received with joy and curiosity. The town was constituted of few sets of ten of barracos, being less of dozen the constructed houses of bricks and roofing tiles. They were the most supplied houses of; The owner of the only there existing sales, the owners of lands next to the town, already with formed grass, about barbed wire, cattle heads, and the church that if pointed out well in the end of the last Street of Is sundays. Made the barraco, it passed to inside of it with the woman, the children and the cacos; Five enamel plates, five spoons, two pans of iron, a wood spoon, one pilozinho to step on I temper, a knife, a machete, one boroca that the family, a motion fit the clothes of all radio, the five nets and five pairs of rope.

In the first days the barraco exhaled one smells good of green weeds, that were the still cool straws of babau, entering in drying process. It was for the July month, almost in the time to start broque of roas. Now it was alone to arrange a piece of land, its future farm. It was this same. It did not have fear of service heavy. It did not make ugly face for difficulties.

It was not to give up easily. Its woman, good dressmaker who was, already had arranged some orders, and sewed in the machine of owner Roslia, the woman of the Loureno of the sales. As payment for the use of the machine, she was enough to cook some parts for the son of Roslia owner, and finished colloquy.

The silk burnt between the fingers, smoke thus liberated the mystery that the mind hid, and, increasing my curiosity, therefore the room left disturbance, very liked this climate of mystery, seemed that I was in another world. – You do not know who I you are, – it answers? as well as I also do not know who you I am. I affirm you, with a great astonishment, that I am making the same thing that you. I am seated in varanda looking at the great silence that this is there, drinking, smoking, but in contrast to you, smoke of my cigarette is wasted in air, making me confundiz it with clouds of the sky. I have certainty almost that we bound at the same time, one for the other. – But what you wanted? I asked. – I wanted to talk, therefore I only have the night as witness of my devaneios. But already I find me tipsy, I observe the wakening of the dawn.

The mystery of the night already does not have, then I do not have more what to speak. – You read my thoughts. I do not know if I will obtain to arrive ties the bed, of so torpifyed that I am, but a thing is certain, will cerrarei all the doors and windows to try to draw out the enchantment of the night. I will lie down and travel for my world, unfastened of the reread one. – I will make the same, when the twilight to beat in my door, I will come back to bind to you. We will share the yearnings of the night, and I and the night will not be more alone.

I, you and the night will be three. See I cannot you, nor you see can me, but we will divide the same direction of looking at, we will be looking at for the moon, that obtains enxergar in them with clarity, obtaining to reach mago of our thoughts. This will be our redoubt. Good trip! – but which is its Puut! Puut! Puut! It before disconnect exactly of I to ask to which age if the number