I did not know it was possible to cross this area again in turmoil, I thought unattainable, forever closed a few paces from me, and yet this is absolutely unattainable, where turbulence most memorable variously colored jostle each other, come and collide in a silence so enveloping that it absorbs all the outside noise of the world around it. I sensed a moment before the whispers of some, for others, the clicking of fingers on the keyboard of their computer, and not the trivial conversations in the hallway behind the closed door of the room, and perhaps outside, although he was more distant, deep breath of wind, which never stopped here, and all that was erased when I walked into this space very narrow world.
Stop Will there ever be a child that was?
The memories of what was formerly in the days that another light bathed in reappearing and absurd in the light of a flickering neon, produce around them a strange cloud of fine dust which I did not expect: nothing could announce the possibility of the condensate, which surprises every time it happens, both these phenomena are irregular. An impalpable cloud detaches from the table, murky and stagnant, and suddenly spread around me, around me, so that a very fine dust into my eyes and cause, if not as dry, something that could be a tear.
dust chalk against the surface very sensitive and very transparent with our eyes sometimes causes something like a tear.
Strictly speaking, it could be that it is not a tear, I'd rather not, indeed, discuss this assumption, and I do not really see the importance that it might take, even if for a moment the eye becomes cloudy, and if the eyelids are closed, open again, even if something rolls down my cheek, I'm not sure, technically, be it a tear. This may simply be the effect, in my view, condensation unpredictable this memory, which I did not expect at all.
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