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