A full round white cloud, full of light traveling through the sky black. Tiny spots covering all their energy and presence. With its aromas that dull the senses. All faces are turned to look at the area that takes to the skies, all strive to take a piece of light. All take the game. Nobody is able to repair in the grass. Only the stars that light up. While circulating the area. Come back, come back after so long, that area with the same color. In the same way. But with a different perfume.
Say one of these guys ... John, take a piece of light. Throws him through the trees and half of the forest patch, impregnating with perfume. An evening of the following ... Ana, runs the black espezura, seeking a piece of destination. The scent permeates your life, your bones spot and returned to the same espezura. The stars have not moved from its site one iota. Nor are the houses that form the village.
A fire on the outskirts of this marks the boundary between safe and adventurous. Beyond the hills can be seen columns of smoke that hover and communicate the earth and heaven. They say that the sunrises change color in these latitudes. That change color according to one the paint.
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