The atmosphere was calm .. Embraced by the sun and its rays have fallen into the sunset .. Breezes sick, and signs trumpet Nfhat rain fondling papers mangoes and papayas tall tournament in the left corner of the courtyard of the house
I was busy searching for something that does not mention in a dimly lit room with walls novel tells the centuries of history of the city .. In the next room I met the women occupied the place of each one consisting of the seat a circle around the bowl of popcorn, candy, decorated with dates .. Afternoon coffee and had earned his place in the women's meeting .. The fact that the clouds of incense has secrecy breathtaking .. Thus began the women in supplication to God in that atmosphere mixed with some of the myths.
I came out of the room during glimpsed from the window a man inside of the door
Yard .. Oaara not my interest and entered the women that his father has returned without .. Was heading towards us women ask me about that next, I stood at the door of the room and look more closely, the average height .. Slender body. . Good confusion .. As his hair has started way Sala Skip to nape .. Face and body painting to tell the story and the story of A. .. He has left time on the pages of his face touches like lines drawn by an artist brush .. And his eyes are sunken and bear grief and pain etched deep in the ...The effects of fatigue seemed to him .. But does not exhibit the features of the day I saw him or knew what in somewhere .. Turned the pages of my memory I did not find it .. He then turned to the women and told them not to my knowledge of this next .. If interested men to sit down and catch me and then existing "strongly Itogueni his arms .. And passing moments or minutes Iengueni the hand and kiss me again .. Remained motionless between the embrace him distraught resigned to the reality of women have not had recourse to silence?! Why do not you say something or they provoke residents ... I became a doll without a soul .. Without a sense of bump but I do not feel his body ..Moments later, sapped his strength and betray my tears to his eyes and pull it rains on my shoulder .. I felt the warmth of drops of tears .. And everyone affected by the situation and the emotional scene just itchy yarn story ... Odmat eyes and my eyes only, which Eksta rigidity emotions. The feelings flowing express themselves ..And nature .. There was the language of feelings and perceptions and pulled power for words .. But how was what happened?Silence did not prevail and I do not speak only the language of the vocabulary?
I want to understand the story of this man who dared to embrace him and took me in and beat her with kisses? Not only the horizon of stuporous, and I heard one of them call him his name and urging him to praise God for meeting me .. I was surprised .. And I said to myself, could this really be the man that the boy who papers by twenty-two years!! O Changer way!! .. Where is he full of body?And thick hair? Fresh and with a smile that you attacked them?! Is it the same boy who retained the image in Fiction?! No .. Do not have is time and erase his image .. Do we control the circumstances? .. Or is that control us? ... I wished at that moment if what happened did not happen .. I wished I reciprocated the feeling and hugs and kisses .. I wished I cried on his chest .. I wished I had my feelings on the expansive mood and convey to him my love .. And remained hours contemplating his face to re-draw a new picture in my imagination .. Did not utter only one question you knew me. I told him yes, O son of my mother and father.
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