In a remote and desolate place, where the sun likes to draw magical shadows and the people are covered with a soft white mantle to reject its burning flames, there is a small village called Zefiren. The inhabitants of this strange village in the habit of talking a lot and comment on what all fans. In addition, it is customary to go out every evening to meet in the only bar in the country. Here, after midnight, the men go to the frantic search for a lady with whom to mate. Some take their meals and embraces the same table. Others, however, much more discreet and civilians, is secluded in the woods. The unsuspecting stranger who comes close to the forest after midnight, hear a collective groan and that animal, alien to local customs, exchange for the payment of a pack of hungry wolves and cruel. The next day, however, the country is the victim of a strange delusion. Everyone wants to get rich, but nobody has yet found a way to do it. All, therefore, girandolano for the village, looking full of commitments, puffing because they feel stressed, in the meantime, each of the arrival of night and find myself at the bar. They also invented two names for the girandolare and mating, they are called work and fun. The fantasy of zefiriani is truly boundless.
A cool and windy morning, a girl named Sala'm carefree walk to the only tree village. Unaware of what will happen in the short, moving gracefully between the tendon of the bazaars that surround the road. Balzella with elegance and old tunes humming in the din of street vendors who trade their spice. Her hair, moved by the breeze, which is named after the village, take on unusual shapes and draw air extravagant doodles. The skirt is enveloped in its white legs, creating harmonious folds with glimpses of its forms Botticelli. Every detail seemed to be created by a divine will, which has sought feminine grace in its highest aesthetic achievement.
Sala'm walking next to a beautiful young warrior from the southern region of Susi. His name, Dhaka, means one who respects God has fought many battles and still looking for new challenges, new adventures. In his eyes shines the fiery passion that forges the sword to defeat injustice. His dreams do not fade away at dawn, but turns them into seeds that sprout in the garden of hope. He wears his uniform as a warrior in the waist and keeps the blade that has valiantly defeated the evil in so many bloody wars.
Even that morning his thoughts are the enemies it faces and the dangers that may come across. But something suddenly his attention magnet, it distracts from the usual thoughts and leads in the direction of the beautiful Sala'm. He needs an excuse to talk to her and gently turns the saying
- Sweet girl, help me, I arrived just in Zefiren and do not know anyone. I need a place where refreshment and rest. Can you give me this information?
The girl, although a little 'afraid of the approach, feels he can trust the warrior and lovingly replied:
- Follow me, I'll bring in an inn where you can relax and satisfy your appetite.
them set off, and at the hour when the sun has a habit of surprising people casting long shadows, a careful observer, he saw a man and a woman side by side, but behind them , on the ground, the shadow of one person. Immediately
Sala'm begins to address questions to the young. He discovers that comes from his own native land, the violent region of Susi. Earth is surrounded by two seas and a stronghold for centuries, the worst criminals of the sea. Speaking, the coincidences seem to have no end. There are many things in common. Their way of thinking, suffering and joy seems to come from a single root. Like a sturdy oak getting ready for death, in a desperate gesture of love and despair, he transplanted his last shoot in two different plates.
The girl is full of enthusiasm, in spite of the warrior and has a mysterious, she is aware of being able to reveal to him in his entirety. The recounts fragments of his life, experiences, future desires. His words are bound to each other so torrential. A river of words, breaking the banks of shyness, floods and cleans the bad thoughts of the warrior. The young
is quieter, it is said that in the empty spaces left Sala'm in his speeches. He feels an overwhelming need for knowledge of this divine creature. He feels an urge heavenly shakes him deeply. Almost a physical pain, irrational and unknown that haunts him, stabs him and at the same time it enhances it. Sala'm understands the feelings of the young and favors them. Speak for the whole morning, wandering the streets the village aimlessly. Neither of them feel hunger or fatigue, neither remember our commitments. Life is just for that moment of sharing. The past and future concepts become strangers to their thoughts. Nothing distracts them from the melody in their hearts that the muse sounds lovingly.
Suddenly, both feel the need to hold hands. Require physical contact, gentle and childlike, that seals that ecstatic moment. Their energies into their bodies transit amplifying the feeling of warmth and passion that the spirit continues to enact. Then, suddenly, the momentum of the warrior. A long and passionate kiss. Delicate and bold at the same time. Perfect balance between passion and feeling.
Sala'm rests on the shoulders of the young and in a whisper says, "We've known a few hours and we are so close in a hug, how is it possible?". Dhakar replies: "The few hours of today are nothing more than the latest swing of a pendulum that swings from eternity." "I know," she replies with a weak voice.
In this day of celebration for two souls long been fasting, set early in the night. A night without darkness, because the stars are competing to those colors more of a stretch of the universe. Each with its shining offers two young beauty of a starry sky that looks like a fine tapestry Syrian polychrome and imaginative. That night, lying atop a small hill, Dhaka turns to the girl and says: "I always thought understand each other, but were the others who understood me. I always thought of acting in good, but I was deceived. I just admired the stars in the sky, waiting for a sign. And tonight, the star that shines brighter flame in the sky in the constellation of Eirene, which means peace, just like your name: Sala'm.
Sala'm tells the young man with these words: "My strong warrior, our meeting would have the gods. Let us be grateful, and with their help that we got ".
those phrases, those smiles, kisses and all the chills soon turn into sublime effusions amorous caresses read that they discover their bodies, wrap their naked skin and white. The moon slowly overcomes the hill and gives the two bodies and shining a bright light that follows their movements as the lighting was chasing two tango dancers, and the proscenium is still in the dark ...
Soon the night gives way to new day, and those two bodies, still locked in an embrace, they wake up with the voices of the village. In the face of the country have again in his daily hustle and bustle. The sun warms everything forgetting his sleep and the people return to normal girandolare. Everything comes to life and also Sala'me Dhaka again awake and ready to face the new day, but with some more in doubt. "What we do now, warrior?" Exclaimed the girl, adding: "let everything continue as it was written or live another life by protecting the memory of this night like a diamond in the heart?". 'It is true, "replies the young man," nothing will ever reach the intensity of this night and all the rest is just a vain attempt to imitate. But the sublime is not entitled to defeat the beautiful and tender. We go down to the valley, soon we will understand what is right to do. "
Together, even hand to hand, the two young men descend to the valley and crossing as they had done the day first, the tree-lined street. The strong wind moves the trees, which rained soft white flowers. Plunged in this riot of life faded, looking for a new corner to germinate, rode into the sun. And those two shadows together by fate and reunited eternally intertwined by passion, to the attentive observer, will appear this time separate and distinct, but still and forever beautiful ...
A cool and windy morning, a girl named Sala'm carefree walk to the only tree village. Unaware of what will happen in the short, moving gracefully between the tendon of the bazaars that surround the road. Balzella with elegance and old tunes humming in the din of street vendors who trade their spice. Her hair, moved by the breeze, which is named after the village, take on unusual shapes and draw air extravagant doodles. The skirt is enveloped in its white legs, creating harmonious folds with glimpses of its forms Botticelli. Every detail seemed to be created by a divine will, which has sought feminine grace in its highest aesthetic achievement.
Sala'm walking next to a beautiful young warrior from the southern region of Susi. His name, Dhaka, means one who respects God has fought many battles and still looking for new challenges, new adventures. In his eyes shines the fiery passion that forges the sword to defeat injustice. His dreams do not fade away at dawn, but turns them into seeds that sprout in the garden of hope. He wears his uniform as a warrior in the waist and keeps the blade that has valiantly defeated the evil in so many bloody wars.
Even that morning his thoughts are the enemies it faces and the dangers that may come across. But something suddenly his attention magnet, it distracts from the usual thoughts and leads in the direction of the beautiful Sala'm. He needs an excuse to talk to her and gently turns the saying
- Sweet girl, help me, I arrived just in Zefiren and do not know anyone. I need a place where refreshment and rest. Can you give me this information?
The girl, although a little 'afraid of the approach, feels he can trust the warrior and lovingly replied:
- Follow me, I'll bring in an inn where you can relax and satisfy your appetite.
them set off, and at the hour when the sun has a habit of surprising people casting long shadows, a careful observer, he saw a man and a woman side by side, but behind them , on the ground, the shadow of one person. Immediately
Sala'm begins to address questions to the young. He discovers that comes from his own native land, the violent region of Susi. Earth is surrounded by two seas and a stronghold for centuries, the worst criminals of the sea. Speaking, the coincidences seem to have no end. There are many things in common. Their way of thinking, suffering and joy seems to come from a single root. Like a sturdy oak getting ready for death, in a desperate gesture of love and despair, he transplanted his last shoot in two different plates.
The girl is full of enthusiasm, in spite of the warrior and has a mysterious, she is aware of being able to reveal to him in his entirety. The recounts fragments of his life, experiences, future desires. His words are bound to each other so torrential. A river of words, breaking the banks of shyness, floods and cleans the bad thoughts of the warrior. The young
is quieter, it is said that in the empty spaces left Sala'm in his speeches. He feels an overwhelming need for knowledge of this divine creature. He feels an urge heavenly shakes him deeply. Almost a physical pain, irrational and unknown that haunts him, stabs him and at the same time it enhances it. Sala'm understands the feelings of the young and favors them. Speak for the whole morning, wandering the streets the village aimlessly. Neither of them feel hunger or fatigue, neither remember our commitments. Life is just for that moment of sharing. The past and future concepts become strangers to their thoughts. Nothing distracts them from the melody in their hearts that the muse sounds lovingly.
Suddenly, both feel the need to hold hands. Require physical contact, gentle and childlike, that seals that ecstatic moment. Their energies into their bodies transit amplifying the feeling of warmth and passion that the spirit continues to enact. Then, suddenly, the momentum of the warrior. A long and passionate kiss. Delicate and bold at the same time. Perfect balance between passion and feeling.
Sala'm rests on the shoulders of the young and in a whisper says, "We've known a few hours and we are so close in a hug, how is it possible?". Dhakar replies: "The few hours of today are nothing more than the latest swing of a pendulum that swings from eternity." "I know," she replies with a weak voice.
In this day of celebration for two souls long been fasting, set early in the night. A night without darkness, because the stars are competing to those colors more of a stretch of the universe. Each with its shining offers two young beauty of a starry sky that looks like a fine tapestry Syrian polychrome and imaginative. That night, lying atop a small hill, Dhaka turns to the girl and says: "I always thought understand each other, but were the others who understood me. I always thought of acting in good, but I was deceived. I just admired the stars in the sky, waiting for a sign. And tonight, the star that shines brighter flame in the sky in the constellation of Eirene, which means peace, just like your name: Sala'm.
Sala'm tells the young man with these words: "My strong warrior, our meeting would have the gods. Let us be grateful, and with their help that we got ".
those phrases, those smiles, kisses and all the chills soon turn into sublime effusions amorous caresses read that they discover their bodies, wrap their naked skin and white. The moon slowly overcomes the hill and gives the two bodies and shining a bright light that follows their movements as the lighting was chasing two tango dancers, and the proscenium is still in the dark ...
Soon the night gives way to new day, and those two bodies, still locked in an embrace, they wake up with the voices of the village. In the face of the country have again in his daily hustle and bustle. The sun warms everything forgetting his sleep and the people return to normal girandolare. Everything comes to life and also Sala'me Dhaka again awake and ready to face the new day, but with some more in doubt. "What we do now, warrior?" Exclaimed the girl, adding: "let everything continue as it was written or live another life by protecting the memory of this night like a diamond in the heart?". 'It is true, "replies the young man," nothing will ever reach the intensity of this night and all the rest is just a vain attempt to imitate. But the sublime is not entitled to defeat the beautiful and tender. We go down to the valley, soon we will understand what is right to do. "
Together, even hand to hand, the two young men descend to the valley and crossing as they had done the day first, the tree-lined street. The strong wind moves the trees, which rained soft white flowers. Plunged in this riot of life faded, looking for a new corner to germinate, rode into the sun. And those two shadows together by fate and reunited eternally intertwined by passion, to the attentive observer, will appear this time separate and distinct, but still and forever beautiful ...
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