Sunday, March 22, 2009

ريموت إلنترا

Changes

I swear if that was the mine, I would not be here forever complain.
from "Wind Rose" by Roh and Fata.






If this time the appearance of his brother as a surprise only because the reflections are blurred. Or why is preparing to roll a tobacco cigarette, and in recent times the smoke seems less elusive Ashley.
But he had imagined, actually: every time that the need is pressing him, Ash arrives. Every time I want to close it.
Every time his eyes show pain or impatience.
Ash arrives, always. How
driven by a primordial instinct.
And when her weight falls on the chair next to Tom, Dylan feels his forehead relax, feel the tension relax, take deep breath. His brother is
sweat - shirt and wet hair pasted to his chest. Cheeks reddened.
probably just came from the track, because he still short of breath when reached for his beer - the rush of someone consumed by a raging thirst.
But, while looking through eyelashes, Dylan realizes that this time it's weird looking. As if you did not see him anymore.

As if every laugh - past and future - died in her throat at that very moment.
Because something has changed in the air.
have changed the outlook - too close because the focus is ideal. E 'changed the music in the background.
And it changed the look of the boy - more alive now. Detached from any possible control of force penetrated into their units. A knife that cuts the meat.
A blade that splits.
And the presence of Ash becomes dangerous - how to balance a bomb at your fingertips.
Dylan swallows, still. [...]

And when she throws after a quick look through the glass of the glass, the other one seems particularly happy to nod. Pleased.
Why not have the looks of Ash's life: taking the sense that the other wants - are the most alluring and deception of the most delicious temptations.
Everyone feels entitled to fit their personal expectations, and even Tom is no exception. Of course.
"No problem," chuckles in fact, already excited. "We were just talking you, you know. "
" Oh? "
Ash arched an eyebrow.
"Really?" Question, tilting her head.
Dylan knows them by heart, some of his actions: he knows that is never really surprised when that expression. Amused
instead. Pleased. But surprised, no.
usually are the moments in which the complicity between the twins greenhouse nodes and becomes narrower.
impenetrable, almost.
Sometimes you feel left out of the net from their tune, other times it is even difficult to notice be surrounded on two fronts, so their understanding is thin. Underground.
[...]


protect him and how to protect himself, after all. And his brother's laugh is priceless: slip on the nerves, relaxes them. The world and redefines the very meaning of things.





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