As every midday Lucia gave a smile to hear the second chime to the echo alone naughty always added to the ringing of the church tower. Of course, there were still two, so it was good time to get to the restaurant, and continued putting on makeup smiling as she wondered why this phenomenon is repeated every day I still find it funny. But that day, perhaps because they were preparing to celebrate an anniversary, he gave him time to think about some phenomena that need to happen, in how long it takes sound to travel through the valley, or how much you need a ray of light to get from a star. Then let the lipstick and was looking into her eyes, to her reflection. Frozen. Pensive. While out in units of time trace and nearly impossible to sever the present, knew that the mirror image was younger than she. Strictly observed, was evident that when the lamplight was influenced in his retina after having reflected on your skin first and then in the mirror, she was no longer the same. I was watching one last image. Without even knowing that your body body perception took place over time, appreciated that this was vague enough to not have to deal daily with the minimum delay but disturbing.
way I saw the huge wall so that meant that most natural phenomena were regulated by laws to date had proved largely unchanged. Just think of snail speeds for light, or a timeless sound continue bouncing forever in all objects, he came dizziness. What would people know that you see may not be found and there, be sure that when our friends disappear from view have long since gone. Feel the chilling feeling that they were alone before that fact was evident. Or hear, among the chaotic buzz of millions of echoes, the sound of words you said years ago and try to digest the categorical statements beardless not do that today or softly, or what is perhaps worse, than our own voice We faced a shame that beyond all the changes and transformations in our around, and only our beliefs remain unchanged and in urgent need of revision.
Lucia came out of this whirlwind of thoughts when they headed the slope leading to the inn where they had decided to celebrate his birthday. Then he shouted as loud as he could: "ahoraaaaaaaaaa." Expected. One Two. "Ahoraaaaaaaa" said the rock wall across the valley and releasing the hand of her mother, began chasing zigzagging arms outstretched like a bird. Startled by the sudden cry, his mother took both hands to his chest. And, while gaining the rhythm of your breathing, could not help thinking how terribly child was his daughter even though, at just turned thirteen years, had thought to begin to make up to look like an age that had not yet.
Juan Luis Blanco
15/3/2011
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