سلطان الحويطي
06-08-2011, 08:48 AM
On the night of winter rainstorm .. I was walking roads .. looking for refuge took shelter from the cold north by the weather.
All the streets seemed empty of passers .. In spite of this you feel like people crowded around me .. I hear the sound of their footsteps ..
However, I do not see anyone .. Perhaps it is a trick the other tricks of the senses which I do not trust them ..
I was wondering why I run this particular space of the universe this time .. Is there a relationship between time and space and I,
It seems to me that there is a strong It is enough to know that it is impossible to come back here again to make sure the relationship ..
I feel like I lost thought to these questions, which revolve in my head .. Who am I? Where it came from the universe?
Maybe I'm just a character in my fiction writer do whatever he wants, but I feel that my will is stronger than that adherence to the novel! But I do not rule it out,
I feel I am nothing but the idea did not come to a world consciousness .. Sometimes I feel I am a human being, but this idea bothers me,
If just a sense of life means that the probability of death is necessary and inevitable .. The mere presence of mind means suffering,
Oh how I like pouring rain drops maybe it is Atjid only to fall .. and I dropped professionally in the space surrounding me ..
Born to walk for a certain period and then disappear .. As well as the rain drops are going to generate a certain period and then disappear into the earth ..
Do I drop of water!!
Still raining and I'm still strongly prisoner and lonely, but I was able to go back to the cases before the storm, the object or the object non-thinker who used the universe.
And continued walking until they reached the corner of the street As I watch my hotel, I went directly to him .. I asked the receptionist to find me a room .. Said with a smile
Of course this is the key to room 173 012 good luck and you are the first home they built new in the recent expansion of the hotel has been completely processed before the little ..
Reciprocated smile and immediately stepped up to the upper deck, which I did not find him, only one room and a modern construction.
I entered and took off the Akali and I do not know how shall I wear a headband, threw Bhmagi, stretched Arabism aside and Artmit on the bed I am very tired.
I closed my eyes, and suddenly jumped in panic, you said room, said room 173 012 grabbed the key and the tragedy, he wrote on Hamlpmuftah (room 173 012 pleasant stay)
If the room is that warned of come to it, but how it happened that entered!! Is there a link between rainfall and I entered the room!!! Sure that happens in vain for Ashe.
I stood bewildered observing how did you come here, do I have to acknowledge the inevitability of the world and I see that the reasons lead me to the place you avoid traveling entry .. I took reading through my room
We have struck a description accuracy everything he said to me, as if one did not enter this room after him, but did not tell me I am the first, a receptionist who reside in this room!!
That is the window of life that told me I went to stand by the window and if the garden singing like a girl by the moon adds beauty to the beauty of the garden, running from one flower to another, as outlined by the landscape.
If Sostrge a little on the bed and I hope I go back to the eyes of this beauty,
Lying on the bed and I was thinking you got here or not my choice, I avoid traveling you enter this room, though I looked it up!! This matter at all if I did not choose myself ... Since the foundation .. Nothing important,
Therefore, requires only that the Atmacy with what object I'm going to stand on a window to again ..
What that Atlit my head from the window that was not revealed to the lightning, I did not see only a few graves of the run, including an elderly Matuszhp in black, standing at each grave a little bit and then continue running
They stopped to look at .. I asked her are you? Where is the girl? How I came to the garden cemetery? .
The old voice came to me:
_ I am the girl and the garden, but times have changed, my son has grown up ..
_ To, but impossible to be a girl Ante,
Impossible to turn such a beautiful garden for the cemetery.
_ You are standing on the window of life, and nothing is impossible,
Son, life is not for the game in the hands of a child by his mother to play as he wishes
Life is a moment you feel the happiest people, unto thee people knocking on your door in their faces and talk on the tongue and die, they go from you and you are like a corpse dormant,
Life is a child asks where is my father? No one answers, insisted in his question answered by silence scary,
Life is waiting for him to come and to come from telling you that there will never waiting for Iji,
Son, we are adept imitators
Children see them we become like them see them top Venkbr just see them placed Vnoda just see them die Venmut like them.
See you there and where I have a house, you see there is a static scene by rotating representatives, Msarhyatem finish and go and someone else, not only keep the stories and moments of chewing time.
What is this cruelty I said when I saw children playing, carrying and walking behind the coffin of others ..
I pondered life and I was standing on the window why do we live? Do we die!! Or to say goodbye ... Or to feel the pain ..!!
I pondered this a human being, strange that the only creature who laughs and the only one who understands the meaning of loss .. Contradictions that object.
Salem stop here for writing and threw his pen aside and lay on his bed, resigned to sleep ...
All the streets seemed empty of passers .. In spite of this you feel like people crowded around me .. I hear the sound of their footsteps ..
However, I do not see anyone .. Perhaps it is a trick the other tricks of the senses which I do not trust them ..
I was wondering why I run this particular space of the universe this time .. Is there a relationship between time and space and I,
It seems to me that there is a strong It is enough to know that it is impossible to come back here again to make sure the relationship ..
I feel like I lost thought to these questions, which revolve in my head .. Who am I? Where it came from the universe?
Maybe I'm just a character in my fiction writer do whatever he wants, but I feel that my will is stronger than that adherence to the novel! But I do not rule it out,
I feel I am nothing but the idea did not come to a world consciousness .. Sometimes I feel I am a human being, but this idea bothers me,
If just a sense of life means that the probability of death is necessary and inevitable .. The mere presence of mind means suffering,
Oh how I like pouring rain drops maybe it is Atjid only to fall .. and I dropped professionally in the space surrounding me ..
Born to walk for a certain period and then disappear .. As well as the rain drops are going to generate a certain period and then disappear into the earth ..
Do I drop of water!!
Still raining and I'm still strongly prisoner and lonely, but I was able to go back to the cases before the storm, the object or the object non-thinker who used the universe.
And continued walking until they reached the corner of the street As I watch my hotel, I went directly to him .. I asked the receptionist to find me a room .. Said with a smile
Of course this is the key to room 173 012 good luck and you are the first home they built new in the recent expansion of the hotel has been completely processed before the little ..
Reciprocated smile and immediately stepped up to the upper deck, which I did not find him, only one room and a modern construction.
I entered and took off the Akali and I do not know how shall I wear a headband, threw Bhmagi, stretched Arabism aside and Artmit on the bed I am very tired.
I closed my eyes, and suddenly jumped in panic, you said room, said room 173 012 grabbed the key and the tragedy, he wrote on Hamlpmuftah (room 173 012 pleasant stay)
If the room is that warned of come to it, but how it happened that entered!! Is there a link between rainfall and I entered the room!!! Sure that happens in vain for Ashe.
I stood bewildered observing how did you come here, do I have to acknowledge the inevitability of the world and I see that the reasons lead me to the place you avoid traveling entry .. I took reading through my room
We have struck a description accuracy everything he said to me, as if one did not enter this room after him, but did not tell me I am the first, a receptionist who reside in this room!!
That is the window of life that told me I went to stand by the window and if the garden singing like a girl by the moon adds beauty to the beauty of the garden, running from one flower to another, as outlined by the landscape.
If Sostrge a little on the bed and I hope I go back to the eyes of this beauty,
Lying on the bed and I was thinking you got here or not my choice, I avoid traveling you enter this room, though I looked it up!! This matter at all if I did not choose myself ... Since the foundation .. Nothing important,
Therefore, requires only that the Atmacy with what object I'm going to stand on a window to again ..
What that Atlit my head from the window that was not revealed to the lightning, I did not see only a few graves of the run, including an elderly Matuszhp in black, standing at each grave a little bit and then continue running
They stopped to look at .. I asked her are you? Where is the girl? How I came to the garden cemetery? .
The old voice came to me:
_ I am the girl and the garden, but times have changed, my son has grown up ..
_ To, but impossible to be a girl Ante,
Impossible to turn such a beautiful garden for the cemetery.
_ You are standing on the window of life, and nothing is impossible,
Son, life is not for the game in the hands of a child by his mother to play as he wishes
Life is a moment you feel the happiest people, unto thee people knocking on your door in their faces and talk on the tongue and die, they go from you and you are like a corpse dormant,
Life is a child asks where is my father? No one answers, insisted in his question answered by silence scary,
Life is waiting for him to come and to come from telling you that there will never waiting for Iji,
Son, we are adept imitators
Children see them we become like them see them top Venkbr just see them placed Vnoda just see them die Venmut like them.
See you there and where I have a house, you see there is a static scene by rotating representatives, Msarhyatem finish and go and someone else, not only keep the stories and moments of chewing time.
What is this cruelty I said when I saw children playing, carrying and walking behind the coffin of others ..
I pondered life and I was standing on the window why do we live? Do we die!! Or to say goodbye ... Or to feel the pain ..!!
I pondered this a human being, strange that the only creature who laughs and the only one who understands the meaning of loss .. Contradictions that object.
Salem stop here for writing and threw his pen aside and lay on his bed, resigned to sleep ...