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LAND (XV) THE MAN IN THE BANK: The perfect piece

Man bank, wakes up feeling a new man in the shelter of plenty ticket who sleep in the inside pocket of his jacket and genteel man of the convertible so unselfishly gave him ... He sits at the edge of the bank that holds it and staring at the sky of the park begins to think about that can reverse their recent fortunes. Look to the side and he watches a beautiful girl with golden hair and for a moment feel the irresistible temptation to buy it for ever, but his mind pass the glimpses of a vision scene tedious and frustrating with sofa and TV remote share where the beautiful hair becomes a head full of curlers, and unchanging gaze and almost devoid of smile uncontrollably loose a scream of terror to the passage of the exuberant blonde. Then look to the opposite side and discovers a middle-aged man, draining a cigarette outside a bar, with tears in their eyes and shaky holding, for the three degrees below zero that coalesce in the environment, the tool pain and pleasure, and for a few moments thinking about buying snuff many packages as you need to invite all those poor souls who hit a lurking time now smoke in the mouth from all corners and alleys of the city, but also did not Free convinced by this idea, as never before someone had given him nothing, his mentor, the man in the convertible would be an angel sent directly from the heavenly beds and the fate of his wealth had to be much more sublime, imposing, colossal and still looking around and waiting for a divine sign that directed in the right direction, is dropped into the back of the bench as his hands glide across a small brochure mobile advertising at bargain prices, under the slogan: "ladies" only on facebook. So swift and fast bank man goes to the computer shop on the corner with the pile of tickets in hand to persuade the clerk to serve him as soon as possible one of those tools to seduce ladies and is dependent on global economic crisis national without hesitation, he sold the most expensive, fast and ruthless virtual specimen, also called alienware m17x and under the power of your wonderful art technology gives the bank man a snapshot and dynamic overclocking to him seems that pure excitement and exaltation of the senses, let your fingers slip the perfect piece, sealing his love for such a delicate jewel and using the wifi is connected to the precious commodity facebook, as a soul that goes into eternal paradise , with infinite pleasure to devour the forbidden fruit of all the "ladies" that there are waiting ... and positioning in the search bar, is pleased to see such great results do not wait and a huge arsenal of the most colorful ladies falling at his feet rendered ... "Ladies who sit on the subway and sigh to dramatize their fatigue" , "Ladies who go by the middle of the sidewalk and do not let pass easily" , "Ladies that feed the ALOM p if any is the Holy Spirit ", " Ladies who stealthily move to hear the sins of the confessional ". And so it goes for ladies provided with an on-line exponential interest to which he hastens to add as friends and whatever comes up ... and check with particular satisfaction as in just one morning, looking for here and there far exceeded the hundred friends there, people who know nothing, opened the doors of their lives and welcome him with open arms wide albeit never to never talk between these lives unknown and set out to find the redhead that goes hand in hand with another feeling absolutely certain that she will there somewhere in the web of faces, waiting for their friendship and then add the path to Oculoris will be much easier, more simple with the pedigree of a very select clientele found in the abyss virtual, but he is about resolving the investigation that would lead to the redhead, the alienware , comes alive on the screen and displays a quoted phrase; "no internet connection" , to which the bank man burning with anger begins to walk exalted one to the other side of the park with a laptop in his arms looking for that connection that allows you to reach your goal love and uncertain movement of his steps, the great, magnificent and alienware m17x titanic warns again and again through a text on your screen saying: low battery suffer just before the blackout and to cease trading. So the bank man clings to the machine inconsolable crying death infernal chance and not think twice throws the alienware most innovative market and now downloaded to the nearest trash can, thinking how little during these devices as extremely expensive and in those thoughts and while walking, her figure disappears into the back of the park ...

( Facebook: The man in the bank by Arwen)

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LETTERS READING

And now that you're not, at least not for naming you, the road disappears under letters extinct, those that were written in ink invisible, legible only under two pairs of eyes staring at the ends of words, the insolent, the strong, the hurtful, which never had a voice, but that everything said in the absence of vowels and consonants, left to sound the prayers, knowing that everything that he had a plan worked out one iota, nor an indicator of what was necessary to express, perhaps for fear, perhaps out of caution, those who join and syllables refuse, damaged more than all the imagined literary hand, like a great story for completion in the absence of perfect ending, right knot, the outcome that will shed light on the facts ... and yet, with all that talkative floating in the ceremony of memories, I feel there is much to say, but l exes are you still being so close ... l Etrasa the written slowly, to avoid having to express more than a unison nothing.

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INJURY INTERNAL ROADS

dusk arrived, the trail becomes dark and gives the passer serene journey of our own dreams. There where the leaves turn sharp eyes watching us ice cream, as taken from our own inner ghosts, lurking branches simulating arms, move in rhythm by a melodic wind pushing us and we removed. Where the grasshoppers seem unusual beings and two foreign components crammed into our minds as an infectious fungus: the desire to cross the road quickly and the desire to live like a pack of wolves, roaring through the trees fleeing the human race and raising the dust of the road between our legs, the rapid pace with the galloping fur rhythmically, taking refuge under the weather at the top of the mountain above him head up our splendid steppe and sound from depths of our human throat howl more we are able to sing.

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need not say anything, silence is much more beautiful in its simplicity and allows read everything in your eyes, penetrate work see those eyes is less complicated and there is no room left something inside. The outdoor scenery is changing to overflow of differences, ways to get stop marked the moment with the absolute certainty of reading the firmest conviction until the end of time.