First there was the arranging of the sounds of such form and way that produces a melody, then, a break, a detention in the career that made, exactly, that this melody grow in itself at mercy of its absence. Then to graph this sound absence, to call it a silence and to be able to draw it in the stave like any other note.From the stave to the books. (Where does Satan stay in the end of Job’s book, but starring a scandalous silence?), and of the books again to the men, of course, in this circular order that any of them cannot receive yet, the poor ones.
Already then sometimes I persisted so alone, so far away of everyone, in some conviction that I was not careful to disguise me of judgment and prejudice including a smooth and sovereign judgment of immediate excommunication. The many ones did not know what I was talking about, the fewer believed that I was wrong form end to tail, and the rare ones gave me the benefit of the possible madness. It was like this that several times, like it was predicting it. When effectible Christmas fell down again in December, there wasn’t another alternative that to accept the distance that imposes this glance so only with the myopia of the well-known thing.
Later, with those injuries that happen during the games that are not team games and that, strangely, always end up by being those that serve to entire tribes, the fact was that also and suddenly I understood that instinct of the supremacy that generates the miscellany of the persistence and not camouflaged versatility. I kissed, not the leprous hand of any of my neighbors, yes the whole soil that its useless experiences walked,without lowering not even my eyes neither nor to close my heart. To be able to build what I had to build I let the others keep on placing holes in the middle of nothing.
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