A day in the life of a young man began leaning to the sun in the sky. He was on guard, was not sleepy.
The cry of hungry seagulls took him on the beach and felt blessed to lose his eyes in a sea of \u200b\u200bdawn pregnant.
He sat calmly, though still concerned about things to do, and waited at a point on the horizon the sea showed a bright hump.
was raised by the idea of \u200b\u200bbreaking habits.
So far spent most of his life tango a flight and had the feeling to do it again and again and again. Yet he was certain he had left behind many things that no longer wanted.
This young man was crossing the threshold of his new age, that to which it delegates promessegli revelations from the devil and the angel who once took care of the senses. Never forget this experience, never forgot the terror and gratitude.
The sun rose and gave boost to the world, he got up and knew where to go to the mountain.
Pose the first step to the second floor and higher, the spiral is pressed and got up every time more. Increasingly difficult and narrow path, but in his heart glowed with joy. He knew that coming up there in a few ... and began to understand why.
Not one, nor two, but many times more. And the days went by and the nights rested. Still no trace of the summit.
Everything seemed still forever, yet similar to himself, and came to visit the thought of boredom.
got sick, twisted, missing his soul to the ground. Then he stopped, more and more immobile.
The thought of boredom believed to have killed, and tired of waiting for the next movement, he went in search of living flesh where their teeth into.
The young man now, waited for the good time and got up, dusted off and began voluntarily to forget ... forget everything that had brought him this far, all the reasons that prompted him to try something. He began to deprogram, and to break up the habits, learn to dance like a butterfly to be unpredictable, he learned to lie still in wait like a chameleon.
He learned not to fall again into the trap of time.
the top never came ... there was no area for his tired feet, and was forced to take the first step in a vacuum.
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