In a small shrine, situated immediately below the outside of the dome of an ancient tomb, came to protect, already then your permanent shelter, a small owl.
His only company was the vase and flowers, usually dry, they adorn their refuge, as well as the unfortunate insects that occasionally came as willing victims of their greed almost peaceful.
At intervals snapped a voeu-voeu, delivered in French. I used to always give the same sound, but when they did influenced by curiosity he had awakened something that had happened around him, unusual, keying tone, was more intense issue and much less dark especially towards the "eau" French, giving it a touch more best English bullfighting if possible, as when we say uh, citing the bull.
the owl seemed to feel good in that bastion of security also gave him rodents and other small creatures that were the delight of your palate, not forgetting the water needed for their full support, so that their stay in that place or at most in that place was permanent.
entered into a sunset, to the sacred Instead, a romantic love for her pain away from any form of joy, and that peace, in such grim surroundings, opened the gate of his muses impregnated beyond the environment, composed for his impossible love the following verse:
I love
since that day when my eyes saw you see you understand
although they were not for me you
beauty adorns virtue
in you or your works look
that lead me
to kill me today for you.
took the dagger, wielded in his right hand and placing it at the height of his heart enjoyed a last memory of his beloved while on his mind wandered one last hope that his love extreme surrender. And at the height of this ecstasy seriously heard someone said to him:
-veau veau - vee-vee. I do not think it takes to say that the owl saved his life and somehow, to give everything for love lost and naked show, at the invitation of the voice from beyond the grave, the beautiful sweet as candy melted in the heat of embers of a love so passionate succumbing in the arms of our lover.
came to repeat the event but this time the visitor was not more than a common thief, with the intent to commit theft of valuables few could find, in or out of the pits, regardless of violating sacred ground or interrupt sleep more or less eternal inhabitants, this purpose could only provide a mean booty in exchange for a great job, not counting the mournful, unworthy, reprehensible and irresponsible actions committed by my belief true that the more Ruin is a booty, but unworthy is the one who steals and always in proportion. Just as the greater the physical damage done to people, to reverse the previous case, more rogue is doing it.
addition to being mean and vicious, our infamous thief was an atheist, but somehow I mentioned some things he instilled the dead panic. No However as the entrance to the cemetery made and sunny afternoon and I doubt there were other gardens best care, the alleged depletion of graves were pacing the room until they come out of it the last of the very few visitors.
The last minutes were very traumatic for our infamous thief, and that to prevent anyone saw that he was alone, when there were still some behind, went to hide in a vault that had been left open in one of the mausoleums and under dusk began to feel that invaluable aversion caused him dead and he produced a small twitch in one cheek and the other interchangeably.
At intervals snapped a voeu-voeu, delivered in French. I used to always give the same sound, but when they did influenced by curiosity he had awakened something that had happened around him, unusual, keying tone, was more intense issue and much less dark especially towards the "eau" French, giving it a touch more best English bullfighting if possible, as when we say uh, citing the bull.
the owl seemed to feel good in that bastion of security also gave him rodents and other small creatures that were the delight of your palate, not forgetting the water needed for their full support, so that their stay in that place or at most in that place was permanent.
entered into a sunset, to the sacred Instead, a romantic love for her pain away from any form of joy, and that peace, in such grim surroundings, opened the gate of his muses impregnated beyond the environment, composed for his impossible love the following verse:
I love
since that day when my eyes saw you see you understand
although they were not for me you
beauty adorns virtue
in you or your works look
that lead me
to kill me today for you.
took the dagger, wielded in his right hand and placing it at the height of his heart enjoyed a last memory of his beloved while on his mind wandered one last hope that his love extreme surrender. And at the height of this ecstasy seriously heard someone said to him:
-veau veau - vee-vee. I do not think it takes to say that the owl saved his life and somehow, to give everything for love lost and naked show, at the invitation of the voice from beyond the grave, the beautiful sweet as candy melted in the heat of embers of a love so passionate succumbing in the arms of our lover.
came to repeat the event but this time the visitor was not more than a common thief, with the intent to commit theft of valuables few could find, in or out of the pits, regardless of violating sacred ground or interrupt sleep more or less eternal inhabitants, this purpose could only provide a mean booty in exchange for a great job, not counting the mournful, unworthy, reprehensible and irresponsible actions committed by my belief true that the more Ruin is a booty, but unworthy is the one who steals and always in proportion. Just as the greater the physical damage done to people, to reverse the previous case, more rogue is doing it.
addition to being mean and vicious, our infamous thief was an atheist, but somehow I mentioned some things he instilled the dead panic. No However as the entrance to the cemetery made and sunny afternoon and I doubt there were other gardens best care, the alleged depletion of graves were pacing the room until they come out of it the last of the very few visitors.
The last minutes were very traumatic for our infamous thief, and that to prevent anyone saw that he was alone, when there were still some behind, went to hide in a vault that had been left open in one of the mausoleums and under dusk began to feel that invaluable aversion caused him dead and he produced a small twitch in one cheek and the other interchangeably.
The tremor was intensifying and hardening ostensibly broke down when he started moversele also one of the legs as a result of the bad position it had taken time to settle. But still had to stand there in complete silence until the last visitor left, when it was almost night.
all alone now, trying to leave the vault of the mausoleum where he had hidden, the leg that had refused to hold stagnant offender who fell forward at the time that supported the full weight of his body on it, having to cling to anything in his power not to break your neck, resulting scandal images broken vases and seats beaten, they finished get crazy to think, despite being an agnostic, that everything was something supernatural. Already
the light of a paltry quarter moon, somehow I decided to start his achievement by the ancient mausoleum where he was staying permanently our propinquity owl got there limp and some battered.
all alone now, trying to leave the vault of the mausoleum where he had hidden, the leg that had refused to hold stagnant offender who fell forward at the time that supported the full weight of his body on it, having to cling to anything in his power not to break your neck, resulting scandal images broken vases and seats beaten, they finished get crazy to think, despite being an agnostic, that everything was something supernatural. Already
the light of a paltry quarter moon, somehow I decided to start his achievement by the ancient mausoleum where he was staying permanently our propinquity owl got there limp and some battered.
and as a bird, he tried to pry changed the tone of his grunts, as I said and instead of saying a-veau veau to French-eeeh eeeh delivering a more English and more especially taurine, when the thief leaned head to enter the crypt, broke the silence night with a Uh-Uh that reverberate in the undulations of the dome seemed to come from each of the eight niches that there had, as a warning of what awaited those who tried to desecrate that place, whoever he was the intruder.
As the curiosity of the owl was in crescendo, trying to peek from under the niche, dragging the pellets, dropping on the thief, the remains of all rodent pellets swallowed by the predator, that creak beneath your feet the intruder, such as bones that were for the most part and be some of them in a state of decomposition, with that distinctive smell everything suggested that some of the dead and had body parts out of the coffin, jokes relentlessly Uh-uh, to intimidate an intruder, who was almost on the verge of attack.
The rogue rogue legs came out of the cemetery, stumbling, being able to have left the horns, to have had in each of the outgoing marble he encountered, reaching its den covered with bruises and bumps very beautiful gained by haste that pushed him, and especially the immense terror instilled yellow eyes watching him from above, illuminating the crypt in what seemed an explosion of anger.
And sometimes, any solitude, far from the madding crowd, occur things that almost no one knows and that when someone knows them, to respect the secrecy of the casual, fairies, gnomes and many other unknown beings, can only be counted as " STORIES THAT COULD BE CERTAIN "
As the curiosity of the owl was in crescendo, trying to peek from under the niche, dragging the pellets, dropping on the thief, the remains of all rodent pellets swallowed by the predator, that creak beneath your feet the intruder, such as bones that were for the most part and be some of them in a state of decomposition, with that distinctive smell everything suggested that some of the dead and had body parts out of the coffin, jokes relentlessly Uh-uh, to intimidate an intruder, who was almost on the verge of attack.
The rogue rogue legs came out of the cemetery, stumbling, being able to have left the horns, to have had in each of the outgoing marble he encountered, reaching its den covered with bruises and bumps very beautiful gained by haste that pushed him, and especially the immense terror instilled yellow eyes watching him from above, illuminating the crypt in what seemed an explosion of anger.
And sometimes, any solitude, far from the madding crowd, occur things that almost no one knows and that when someone knows them, to respect the secrecy of the casual, fairies, gnomes and many other unknown beings, can only be counted as " STORIES THAT COULD BE CERTAIN "
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