martes, 28 de junio de 2011


... Then I saw them. Finally. After milleniums they were before me, speaking his dead languages and it them could understand to all. It saw his deformed faces, his brave bodies. His hurry to teach the truth of the world to me, while the terror also was deforming my stained with blood face, melting again and again and turning to form, since in classic nightmare. Then I spoke with them in his languages and question them ... why me? Why me?...

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