He shows me a glimpse of the world's breath away, peering intently into my eyes what you already know, split into as many elements as possible, using as many tricks ricreabili, carefully. Extreme shade of sunset, beautiful slow movement of water and gull-wing profile of complex city that floats on the victim of enchantment that support the brink of disintegration, assured and uncertain, powerful and fragile as crystal petal thin balanced on divine breath, blurred colors against a sky that hangs and resize. I observe, I can absorb, I estranged, he buried himself in his eyes, I never tried, afraid, and unravel reflexes, auras, emanations of color, work of the mind, seeking explanations in the attitude of the lips, in the tension of the wings of the nose, in the posture of the hands. For a while. He pushes me just as concerned with slight remorse intimidated. I'm away, I let myself be led away without resistance; eyes that cover gray walls and flat slabs of stone and metal objects embedded in the stones, and a small wooden bridge, just collected by the wind, stuck for over a river . She finds herself alone, without verification, to rearrange ideas, unaware, indifferent, still, listening. We look, is confused, not recognizing angles, seems to be elsewhere. There is no scent. The smell is salty, the extraneous sounds. Un equivoco, un inganno della mente. Nell'acqua scorre una gondola, si accendono luci artificiali.
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