The atmosphere was calm .. Embraced by the sun and its rays have fallen into the sunset .. Breezes sick, wed signs of rain and Nfhat fondling and papaya mango leaves Shamikh starring in the corner left of the courtyard
I was busy searching for something that does not remind him in a dimly lit room, the walls tell the story of centuries of history of the city .. In the next room I met the women occupied the place of each one made up from the seat a circle around the bowl of popcorn, candy, decorated with dates ..Afternoon coffee and has won its place in that meeting women's .. The clouds of incense that was discreet breath .. Thus began the women in supplication to God in that atmosphere mixed with some of the myths. When I came out of the room caught a glimpse out the window a man inside of the door
Yard .. Oaara not my interest and entered the women that his father has returned without .. He was heading toward us from the other women ask me 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 the back of the head .. Face and the body of a painting tells a thousand and one tales .. I have time left on the pages of his face to the touch, like a brush of artist-drawn lines .. And his eyes are sunken with grief and pain, and etched in the depths ... The effects of fatigue seemed to him .. But does not carry the features of the I know or I saw him one day and somewhere .. Turned the pages of my memory, I did not find it .. Then he turned to the women and told them not to my knowledge to this next ..Interested to sit down and if the man attached to me and then competes strongly Atogueni his arms ..And passing moments or minutes Iengueni the one hand and kisses me again .. Remained motionless between Ohoudanh distraught resigned to the reality of the women had not had recourse to silence?!Why not say something or they provoke residents ... I became a puppet without spirit .. I do not feel no sense of his body except Brashh .. Moments later, sapped his strength and betrayed by the tears of rain to withdraw his eyes on my shoulder .. I felt the warmth of drops of tears .. And everyone affected by the situation and the emotional scene itchy yarn much his story ... Admat eyes and my eyes only, which Eksta rigidity of my emotions. Express their feelings were flowing for the same .. And on the 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 and took me in nurseries and beat the kissing?Not only the horizon of stuporous, and I heard one of them call him his name and urging him to praise God for meeting with me .. I was surprised .. I thought it rational to be the man that the boy who left him by twenty-two years!! O Changer way!! .. Where is the body that filled? And thick hair?Fresh and the smile that you attacked them?! Is it the same boy who retained its image imagination?!Not .. Do not have is time and erase his image .. Are we in control of circumstances? .. Or is that control us? ... I wished at that moment if what happened did not happen .. I wished reciprocated the feeling and the hugs and kisses .. I wished I cried on his chest .. I wished were my feelings on the expansive mood and express to him my love .. Hours and remained pondering his face to re-draw a new picture in my imagination .. Did not utter only one question you introduced me. I told him yes Iaabn mom and dad.
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