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Sun II

Early in the morning on the grass rests a thick fog. A one meter thick white blanket that you do not know where it comes from or where to go within hours.

Lying motionless on the lawn, lying motionless and fog, I stretched out and motionless layer that divides them and maybe not even exist.

eyes closed, breathing slowly.

I feel the fresh air enter the lungs and come out hot after a while from his nostrils.

I feel the heart that imposes its rhythm regular and lame. I feel the blood that never ceases to flow in the arteries and veins. I can hear. In the temples, in the neck, wrists. Even the abdomen moves to the rhythm of the movement, stirring the dance with the one caused by breathing.

I'm alive.

not yet live.

If I open my eyes I would see only the fog, but I know it's not just her.

I do not know how long I'm here, months, years, maybe forever. What I know is that I chose this field and this fog for a reason: it was the only place where I could hide from the sun.

Early in the morning on the grass rests a thick fog. It 'the only obstacle to the sun's rays can not exceed is the only place where I can open my eyes without being blinded.

Patience and perseverance. It 's so that the sun continued to warm. When you lift a light breeze to sweep the fog, the sun finds me and reminds me of his presence. And even when the fog-resistant for a whole month, its heat can penetrate and reach me without my noticing. The sun was always there, patient and constant.

I'm alive.

not yet live.

I thought I could live without the sun better. But now I've changed my mind.

When, in the past, I tried to open my eyes to the sun, burns, wounds and had been felt for a long time and I knew it was better to avoid burns. Now, however, I decided that I can not live without burning. Without the sun, I'd stay more relaxed here, on this lawn, in this fog.

Early in the morning on the grass rests a thick fog. And they say that it is because I live in this fog. I, however, I think it is his fault that I do not live.

After putting in good hands with my decision to abandon the sun waiting for the breeze I expose myself to its rays.

There, now feel it pushing on my face and my body asks me to watch it.

I open my eyes, I open my hands, I open my heart. I stare at him with determination and get ready to fire.