nestles gently on the crescent moon, surrounded by a sky dotted with stars onyx crystal. The universe as a whole and wrapped a blanket. A hug that he had dreamed for so long. The earth beneath her continued indifference his perpetual motion. A small crazy blue and green dot in the vast emptiness around him.
He thought of the infinite loneliness of that planet. The random combination of events which led to the birth there, in the middle of galaxies. And that, sooner or later, would disappear, leaving in its place the same blanks. And no one would have felt the need to shed a tear.
The life of this world was similar to his. Generated both by an unexpected accident, were brothers, sons of the same improbability.
A meteor passed leaving behind a trail of dusty and dull sound that is lost in the silence of floating in space. A distant star imploded causing a crack of light on the translucent surface of this solid sky. Nothing, done nothing, was crossed by vibrations exist.
Suspended on his swing silver, the space seemed a blackboard. Design pictures figures made of soft rays, like rays of evanescent light, powerful as solar flares. In his dreams of a solitary artist repainted the universe with its palette of light and energy.
was violently stabbed by the beauty of that vision so real and was lost in the midst of unknown orbits. Descents, gliding along the eddies of blacks holes through time and space without fear. He let himself be lulled by the current uncertain and tamed the fury of storms astral. He jumped as playing bell, from a meteorite to another, and danced on the bright tail of a comet. He looked shaky in the pupil of a pulsar to discover the secret hidden in the depths of those abysses of light and dark. Then he returned, riding a gust of wind, cosmic, to cling to its moon. A shiver went through the
giving away a tear. He closed his eyes listening to mute melodies that came from everywhere. Eternity in an instant. When he awoke in his bed back there, tired and banal as any day. In that dark room, too small to contain his soul.
He thought of the infinite loneliness of that planet. The random combination of events which led to the birth there, in the middle of galaxies. And that, sooner or later, would disappear, leaving in its place the same blanks. And no one would have felt the need to shed a tear.
The life of this world was similar to his. Generated both by an unexpected accident, were brothers, sons of the same improbability.
A meteor passed leaving behind a trail of dusty and dull sound that is lost in the silence of floating in space. A distant star imploded causing a crack of light on the translucent surface of this solid sky. Nothing, done nothing, was crossed by vibrations exist.
Suspended on his swing silver, the space seemed a blackboard. Design pictures figures made of soft rays, like rays of evanescent light, powerful as solar flares. In his dreams of a solitary artist repainted the universe with its palette of light and energy.
was violently stabbed by the beauty of that vision so real and was lost in the midst of unknown orbits. Descents, gliding along the eddies of blacks holes through time and space without fear. He let himself be lulled by the current uncertain and tamed the fury of storms astral. He jumped as playing bell, from a meteorite to another, and danced on the bright tail of a comet. He looked shaky in the pupil of a pulsar to discover the secret hidden in the depths of those abysses of light and dark. Then he returned, riding a gust of wind, cosmic, to cling to its moon. A shiver went through the
giving away a tear. He closed his eyes listening to mute melodies that came from everywhere. Eternity in an instant. When he awoke in his bed back there, tired and banal as any day. In that dark room, too small to contain his soul.
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