Journey 11

Mabel in the background is necessary, Many. You think that you got to come to calm down, to give me assurances. If I had been sleeping would have entered without difficulty, as anyone who approaches the mirror without difficulty, of course, goes quietly into the mirror with the brush in hand, and Leave that instead of the brush out why you have there in your pajamas …

II always wear, Cher Traveler said indignantly. Or do you think you’re in a kindergarten here? If you walk unarmed you is because you are an unconscious.

Finally, Olivero said, sitting down again on the edge of the window and waving to Tilt and Cuba, which I think all this matters very little compared to what it has to be, like it or we do not like. It’s so that we are the same dog around and around to bite its tail. Not that we hate, the opposite. There are other things we used to play, the white pawn and the pawn morocco, something like that. Say two ways that a need was abolished in the other and vice veers.

-I do not hate Traveler said. I’ve only hunted to the point where they no longer know what to do.

, Mutants mutant’s, you wait for me at the port with something that looked like a truce, a white flag, a sad incitement to oblivion. I do not hate you, brother, but I denounce, and that’s what you’re calling corral.

I am alive Traveler said looking into his eyes. Always seems to be alive the price of something. And you do not want to pay anything. I never wanted. A sort of existential Catha, a cigar. O Caesar or nothing, that kind of radical cuts. Do you think I do not admire my way? Do you think I do not admire that you have not committed suicide? The true doppelgänger is you, because you’re as gritty, you’re a weather vane in the form of will, up there. I want this, want that, I want the north and south and all at the same time I want to Magda, I want to Tali ta, and then the lord was going to visit the morgue and plants a kiss to the wife of his best friend.All because you mix the realities and memories in a highly non-Euclidean.

    Alvira shrugged but looked at Traveler to make you feel that it was a gesture of contempt. How to convey some of that territory in the front called a kiss, a kiss to Talia, a kiss from him to the Maiga or Pol, that another set of mirrors as the game of turning his head toward the window and look at the Maiga standing there on the edge of hopscotch while Coca and Rumouring and Farragut, huddled near the door as if expecting Traveler were left to the window and announced that all was well, and that a seal or maybe a embroil force chalked for hours, until the boy reacted to his tiaras. The knock on the door also helped to facilitate understanding. If only Mani was able to feel that nothing of what I was thinking it made sense on the side of the window, which was worth only the side of the basins and bearings, and if you hit the door with both fists to be quiet one minute, then perhaps … But you could not do anything but look at the Maiga as beautiful on the verge of hopscotch, and desire that impelled the puck from one square to another, from earth to heaven.