Alone, he was lying on a huge lawn of uncut sheets, as much as you, meditating on his fate unknown as a past long forgotten.
Past and future, distant and yet be confused with each other, for those who have stopped looking backwards, and at the same time to cultivate hope for tomorrow.
A life lived as if it were eternal. But it was only the belief of eternal eternity in which they were lost, one after the other, days, hopes and unfulfilled love.
Day after day the weather reminded her of her gait, but unfortunately those who dream with open eyes, is blind to reality. A life in the dilapidated
understand who could be the one. That only Prince worthy of his universe, as one, to whom he felt the center and origin.
Harsh, one day, woke up the time, remembering that in the near future you too would be affected the fate of being chosen.
impetuous, the swept away the fear, the same that had prevented her from choosing to date, perhaps to avoid an error, so feared.
now trembled at the thought that fell on her choice of who was not known. And even more shook the idea of \u200b\u200bnot being able to enjoy a further reference, because it did not appear on the horizon now no alternative.
all of herself, her life, her future in the hands of a man came out of nowhere to bring them all with skill and perfection, so contrived as to seem real.
Who would tell her who he really was? But the answer was already packed in the romantic projection of a future together, and anything else he wanted to see.
His life turned upside down due to a random encounter.
would have been ridiculous that thought until the day before. Leave everything, friends, habits, to follow the one who represented his last, perhaps, a chance to grab life sfuggitale hand, a propensity for eternal youth, lived with an eye always pointed toward the sun which was still come.
But now, every sun disappearing behind the horizon, spreading all around the last warmth of summer, it reminded that the curtain was falling in autumn, and winter cold and lonely, was now imminent.
With a feeling of inevitability, crammed by force into a heart, maybe in love, went with him.
Not this time he wondered if it was true love, the last over which was no use trying again. He chose instead to focus on the thought that would be the last anyway.
Won, and conscious that he could no longer afford to postpone become a life with her ruthless, he thanked the unknown fate for the last chance given to a woman, a single time.
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