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When you look away ... always finds a way to think properly ... Unlimited ... I meet always crave those distant lands.
I travel ... and my thoughts are beautiful.
The fresh air fills the breasts ... and changes the pulse of my heart.
Something beautiful surrounds ...
A strange calm ... has spread around me.
You think these moments are endless ... In flooded ... and ... leave the euphoria and ecstasy.
All in the mind ... all in your mind ... I hear my voice of reason.
Waking from his thoughts ...
Nothing usual there is around me.
The voice of a Soprano Aria ... some loud sounds.
I look around me ... A room full of people ...
A scent scattered in the air from heavy perfumes.
In my hands I realize ... that I keep a paper.
Slowly unwrap it ... and read.
Program ... A nice paper with names and works ... written on it. ....
Watch a lady in front of me asking "stubbornly" to go sit in the seats ...
I'm in a crowded theater. I hear even the "voice" that is beautiful to cry ... the Aryan and the Soprano's effort seems to pay the fine.
A magical place
How long will ... ... half an hour .... two ...
Then we leave the usual route ... for known corner of my house ...
There nobody, thinks that it arrives at its destination ... like you do not have another route ...
But I say it is an attitude as all the stops in our lives that holds a little more ...
The applause many, this show was great.
Bouquets ... kindly offered to artists ...
The loud applause and "persistence" of the world ... do artists tell another classic piece ...
... Maybe something from "Tosca" and Bizet's Carmen.
Some ... who "had enough" this program ... or chasing the "hour" hastily heading for the exit. The others ... are left to enjoy the beautiful evening ... want to be "Endless".
And I with them .... sucking the heavy scent of the air ... beautiful ... I hear violins' sad singers "... the sopranos in another song, takes us to places places celestial music ... ...
The ... years ... unnamed ...
Nobody wants to pull the belt out of his seat.
Passengers result the hall for a few hours, traveling .. outside our area ... spellbound ... look ... the fresh air ... the only hope ... that fills the soul and heart ... with thousands of feelings and sensitivities that are missing from today's daily lives, in our personal transactions .... and meets with inanimate matter.

27-Oct-2012
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