Klimt, death and life Sitting in the office, snorkeling in the ocean of my imagination with the hope of finding a good idea for a new account. Not easily get, for my old head no longer built elaborate narratives as before, but still had a glimmer of inspiration that kept me afloat in the restless sea of \u200b\u200bcreativity.
Folio remained trapped in the clutches of my inseparable Olivetti. Expected, blank, being beaten by letters that make up a story, a fantasy to dive. .. However, there was only emptiness.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door ... It was night and froze in the cold winter coat. Who could it be?
I got up, not without some difficulty because of advanced age who carried on my back, and crawled to the door like a wandering soul who has lost his way.
- Who is it? - I asked, raising his voice all that was possible.
Nobody answered. Nothing was heard ...
stuck my right eye by the close sight, but there was nobody on the other side.
I retraced my steps, but this time, I did not continue writing. I poured myself a whiskey alone, and I settled in the green velvet chair. That was the moment I relaxed most of the day.
Notice how the ice is floating on the beat while strong alcoholic liquid. Seemed to enjoy that moment as I do. A strong knuckles
hit the door again.
I wriggled in his chair, restless, and cursed the unfortunate who persisted in disturbing the quiet of my home.
- Who's there?! - Shout from the comfort of the seat.
Again, no one answered. It was as if he were mocking a kid across the threshold. Wet
lips whiskey ice cream and tried to escape from those pesky mishaps.
The knock on the door again to rumble in my ears ...
Moody, I got out, but before I could move my legs slowly, the door began to open slowly, as if a gust of wind would slip without permission.
I lay on the couch, frightened, her heart beating too fast ... I was unable to make any move.
The creaking of the hinges worn gripped the room as a menacing claw. Someone was entering my house, my room, evading the security lock.
Finally, the finished door opening. A tall, black dress which accentuated his slimness, slid off the ground, floating three feet from the cold marble. I was horrified that
ghostly vision, and I could only curl up on the velvet couch, while those souls, with dark hair and violet eyes, flew to meet me.
- No! - Desperate cry - Go!
The woman stopped in front of me and looked at me with a disturbing intensity.
- I come for you - said in a voice that was not of this world - I can not stay here.
Confused, I thought I knew who it was that unexpected visit. Took some time waiting, but never imagine that death could have that aspect. I got chills ...
She reached out and invited me to fly with it.
look askance at the white sheet stuck in Olivetti, and a pang went through my body into thinking that it would have time to write one last story. If my mind had been more lucid ...
Suddenly, another appearance came in the door. It was a child, dressed in a suit jacket orange like the sunset, walking with ease while wearing a sweet smile on her face often.
The expression of sinister death becomes aware of the presence of the child.
- This man could not yet leave. Must write a final report - announced as reading my thoughts. Identified
the curious child and life. It was not difficult to guess, as the light given off by your body eclipsed the darkness of death.
- No - said the woman with the voice sepulchral - No more to do here. Must go.
I did not know where to look. On the one hand, the boy invited me to move on to decorate the blank page that had been left alone at the typewriter, on the other, the dark spirit, offered a welcome rest in eternity.
The two fought like cats waiting for your enemy to attack first ...
Nestled in my chair, closed my eyes and wait ... Wait for the winner of that bitter struggle to take me ...
Then, without knowing how much time had passed, a gust of wind filled the room and closed the door shut, throwing everything he had about a peaceful tranquility.
I opened my eyes, the souls were gone, the glass of whiskey remained in my hand, inviting me Olivetti pound the keys ... I put my hand on his chest was sore.
I realized that my heart was about to stop, to leave me forever. However, by this time, life had won the battle.
Folio remained trapped in the clutches of my inseparable Olivetti. Expected, blank, being beaten by letters that make up a story, a fantasy to dive. .. However, there was only emptiness.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door ... It was night and froze in the cold winter coat. Who could it be?
I got up, not without some difficulty because of advanced age who carried on my back, and crawled to the door like a wandering soul who has lost his way.
- Who is it? - I asked, raising his voice all that was possible.
Nobody answered. Nothing was heard ...
stuck my right eye by the close sight, but there was nobody on the other side.
I retraced my steps, but this time, I did not continue writing. I poured myself a whiskey alone, and I settled in the green velvet chair. That was the moment I relaxed most of the day.
Notice how the ice is floating on the beat while strong alcoholic liquid. Seemed to enjoy that moment as I do. A strong knuckles
hit the door again.
I wriggled in his chair, restless, and cursed the unfortunate who persisted in disturbing the quiet of my home.
- Who's there?! - Shout from the comfort of the seat.
Again, no one answered. It was as if he were mocking a kid across the threshold. Wet
lips whiskey ice cream and tried to escape from those pesky mishaps.
The knock on the door again to rumble in my ears ...
Moody, I got out, but before I could move my legs slowly, the door began to open slowly, as if a gust of wind would slip without permission.
I lay on the couch, frightened, her heart beating too fast ... I was unable to make any move.
The creaking of the hinges worn gripped the room as a menacing claw. Someone was entering my house, my room, evading the security lock.
Finally, the finished door opening. A tall, black dress which accentuated his slimness, slid off the ground, floating three feet from the cold marble. I was horrified that
ghostly vision, and I could only curl up on the velvet couch, while those souls, with dark hair and violet eyes, flew to meet me.
- No! - Desperate cry - Go!
The woman stopped in front of me and looked at me with a disturbing intensity.
- I come for you - said in a voice that was not of this world - I can not stay here.
Confused, I thought I knew who it was that unexpected visit. Took some time waiting, but never imagine that death could have that aspect. I got chills ...
She reached out and invited me to fly with it.
look askance at the white sheet stuck in Olivetti, and a pang went through my body into thinking that it would have time to write one last story. If my mind had been more lucid ...
Suddenly, another appearance came in the door. It was a child, dressed in a suit jacket orange like the sunset, walking with ease while wearing a sweet smile on her face often.
The expression of sinister death becomes aware of the presence of the child.
- This man could not yet leave. Must write a final report - announced as reading my thoughts. Identified
the curious child and life. It was not difficult to guess, as the light given off by your body eclipsed the darkness of death.
- No - said the woman with the voice sepulchral - No more to do here. Must go.
I did not know where to look. On the one hand, the boy invited me to move on to decorate the blank page that had been left alone at the typewriter, on the other, the dark spirit, offered a welcome rest in eternity.
The two fought like cats waiting for your enemy to attack first ...
Nestled in my chair, closed my eyes and wait ... Wait for the winner of that bitter struggle to take me ...
Then, without knowing how much time had passed, a gust of wind filled the room and closed the door shut, throwing everything he had about a peaceful tranquility.
I opened my eyes, the souls were gone, the glass of whiskey remained in my hand, inviting me Olivetti pound the keys ... I put my hand on his chest was sore.
I realized that my heart was about to stop, to leave me forever. However, by this time, life had won the battle.
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