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 Posted: Mon 16:57, 21 Mar 2011 Post subject: Poetically alive |
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filled the dust floating in the head, only a gray sky that the sun round of dazzling white light emitting a shining white, hot foot feet discrepancies in the actual sand is too hot to pain. Surrounded by silent, who both lost each other in the desert trek totter.
Suddenly, one of them shouting, slumped on the ground. Originally, he suddenly remembered the night the day before their confrontation with the desert when the wolves, only panic in the water bag that he threw them in the deep desert. At the moment, unbearably thirsty, he came to understand how he had made a big mistake.
this statement as a stick, heavy hitting in the heart of two people. Look farther away boundless desert, just before the line is still tough supporting two people, no longer the strength to continue walking. Without water, as uncomfortable throat caught fire, the body of water is rapidly lost. More and more intense sun, the two human consciousness gradually blurred.
the illusion of life began to appear last. Dim, the first person as if seen in the endless sand, they finally broke the siege of wolves, but in more and suffered thirst in the hot yellow sand, gradually lost its water, like two mummies lying camel , and finally into a dense bones. In the final sense, he seemed to see his own face into a hideous skeleton, is being buried in sand little by little ... ... So [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the fear of death, he cried then lost consciousness.
second person appears consciousness is quite different: He finally went out of the desert, are anxiously waiting far cry met his wife run, the daughter of ecstatic cried my father fell into his arms ... ... Suddenly, he awakened from the illusion [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the daughter of Christ also appears to ear, around the edges but still a boundless sand. Is that left dead on the desert it? No [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he can not be reconciled. His mind is no longer emerging thirst, death and fear, but full of desire for reunion with his wife and daughter.
struggling, and he sat up, pushing around the partner, but found no partners have breath. Not that the loss of a bag of water? Lost to lost it, is important not to lose faith in reunion with his wife and daughter! Thought, this man seems to feel a lot of physical recovery. He hastily buried the bodies of companion, staggered once more.
three days later, when the person finally out of the desert, no one can think of what power supported him out of the boundless desert.
the warmth that is poetic, poetic power - when we lost the water which survive, we do have to remember is not to lose the will to live; when we lose the wealth time, do not lose the courage to struggle in poverty; when we lose happiness, do not lose their longing for happiness. Do not lose hope in something, once it lost something quickly from idea to remove, bury it in the past. Entrust the future of our dreams, our feet are not stalled. Poetic heart to live [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], every desperate, will be reborn again.
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