Des Arabesques signed with the pen of an angel, but he waited until the ebb and flow of the tide erases very smoothly sentences to sacred characters, even before his return to the ether. The sea will keep his writings, his thoughts secret in the mystery of this story.
It will remain on the strike, a drawing, signature, black and white, color and a little fun in the waves clear in their undulations.
I remember this storm and an angel, free as a bird fluttering along streams and between the branches.
I remember an angel flying over the castles and temples, admiring the city as the sun built time of twilight.
I remember that was like an angel thought.
Thank KHALIL GIBRAN , reflections it has to devote myself to writing this trilogy, () (gray literature "meeting") thank you to missteps that are never the chance ... thank you to those storms that lead us to a "one step further" our personal history, thank you to all players invisible in this fable that do not have one. Any resemblance to actual events or existing characters, is neither accidental nor coincidental.
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