TIME (Ocnos)
comes a time in life when time reaches us. (Do not know if I express this well.) I mean that from that age we are subject to time and forced to have him, as if some angry sword flashing vision of paradise does not throw first, where every man has once lived free from the sting of death. childhood years in which time does not exist! One day a few hours are then figure of eternity. How many centuries will fit in the hours of a child? Remember that corner of the courtyard in the house where I sat alone and on the first rung of the marble staircase. The candle was cast, plunging the environment into a cool shade, and on the canvas, where the light sifted filtered noon, a six-pointed star stood their red cloth. Climbed to the balcony open, through the hollow of the court, the broad leaves of the fan palm, dark green and shiny, and down around the source, were concentrated flowering oleander bushes and azaleas. Rang water falling at a rate equal, numbing, and there in the bottom of the water a crimson fish swam restlessly moving, flashing their scales in a oro.Disuelta relálampago of the environment was a languor that was slowly invading my cuerpo.AllĂ, summer in absolute silence, punctuated by the sound of water, eyes open to a clear twilight which dramatized the mysterious life of the thing, I've seen times froze, suspended in the air, as the cloud that hides a god , pure air without passing.
comes a time in life when time reaches us. (Do not know if I express this well.) I mean that from that age we are subject to time and forced to have him, as if some angry sword flashing vision of paradise does not throw first, where every man has once lived free from the sting of death. childhood years in which time does not exist! One day a few hours are then figure of eternity. How many centuries will fit in the hours of a child? Remember that corner of the courtyard in the house where I sat alone and on the first rung of the marble staircase. The candle was cast, plunging the environment into a cool shade, and on the canvas, where the light sifted filtered noon, a six-pointed star stood their red cloth. Climbed to the balcony open, through the hollow of the court, the broad leaves of the fan palm, dark green and shiny, and down around the source, were concentrated flowering oleander bushes and azaleas. Rang water falling at a rate equal, numbing, and there in the bottom of the water a crimson fish swam restlessly moving, flashing their scales in a oro.Disuelta relálampago of the environment was a languor that was slowly invading my cuerpo.AllĂ, summer in absolute silence, punctuated by the sound of water, eyes open to a clear twilight which dramatized the mysterious life of the thing, I've seen times froze, suspended in the air, as the cloud that hides a god , pure air without passing.
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