And since those who no see ... I go back to writing after a long absence perioduccio .. Unfortunately, the holidays are already over and this prevents me from continuing to go for a stroll on the world and then here I am ...
good reading at all ..! PS
then add the soundtrack and the picture for now but the connection will not let me ...
Pink Floyd-See Emily Play
rushed through a purple spiral into darkness, I kept falling into the sea of \u200b\u200bwebs made of colored neon lights, lower and lower without touching the bottom, a free fall in search of rest. The fluorescent lines began to slide slowly growing slowly but without actually stopping, and my fall turned into a slow glide and swing in the air like a feather carried by the breeze, I lost speed with the cobwebs. Then at some point my feet resting on something solid, a bright green glow sprang from the heels expanding gradually throughout the rest of the body filling me with positive energy. Taken to walk along a line that seemed more vivid than the others fade away a little more getting lost in the darkness, but in reality it was more like trying to reach the foot of a rainbow hoping to find a leprechaun with a pot of gold: the end of the line continued to move in relation to my movements. At some point the light turned abruptly changing direction while I was driving and nearly banged his nose against a door and heavy-looking old. Everywhere on the wood and there were ruts in some places still seen pieces of metal of various forms embedded in the wood, there were no locks or handles to be pushed to open, only covered with a huge dong rust in the center of the door. I stretched out my hand in an attempt to try to move him without storing too many hopes having the bulk of that, but when I touched the light that I had filled my body came out and filled every little crack in the wood and began to shine even knocker on gradually eliminating rust.
When the last part of the reddish color had left the iron door slowly began to open inward, in complete silence and what promises to me was a performance of rare beauty. The room, if I may so call it, had what should have been firm and unchanging black walls covered in each direction by cobwebs and lines of colored light in constant motion, looking carefully I saw that it was not only the light to move but not all of the walls were firm: it was as if the darkness is modeled according to the colors, seemed to be under water sea \u200b\u200band watch the waves get over it and reflecting the sun's rays shimmer, all but amplified a million times.
The floor, however, was changed from the first, was more static, more solid and less bright, the energy of the room was captured most of the walls and the floor looked so bare at first glance. Looking more closely, however, it was possible to glimpse a complicated pattern formed by all those lines so little light, but I could not understand what it was.
While I was focused on the ground past the corner of a tentacle of light that was detached from the wall and hung in the air began to squirm when I arrive in mid-air, and then split in half and then again and again, but continuing to grow from time to time, not shrinking ever. Then all of a sudden the various beams began to rejoin creating the image of another door. I was so absorbed in contemplation, I realized that not being pushed to the floor that portal until there was almost inside, I could not see anything on the other side yet I knew that I had me fooled by its beauty that he was hiding something behind that portal that would change everything. I just do not know what ...
Curiosity has always been my fault, premonition or not I needed to know what lies on the other side to cross so I did. Crossing the threshold, but I found myself in the dark to fall again and this time there were no cobwebs to light my way, only darkness and heavy intrusive. The fall on the other hand was relatively short but my butt did not like the landing, which was anything but soft, heavily banged against a hard surface, solid and porous. Instinctively, I thought to rocks, but a little prodding 'I realized that I was on very large stone tile. Crawling, I dared not get up not being able to see what was above me because of the dark, I went to bump into something quite soft and warm ... something made with leather.
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