Standard Time (or "The Wind")
Under the blue sky with little white clouds hung here and there She breathes the fragrance of its terrace. Meanwhile, from rope to the closing thoughts of fluctuating consciousness that the hour has been given. Last night, legislators from the screen voice says: put the clocks back an hour, and she has performed. It is no pleasure in the festivities: a few days the new rate will become routine and the time will come back to huddle over her. The bite still affect his marks in the flesh of his life. But today there really is an hour longer. She delivered to the memory disorder. The first shadow to appear is as always to He . A gull City divides the sky in two with a cry. Above is the increasing scarcity of hopes and illusions of the whispers, the word future as syncopated advertising message. She watches them carefully. Below is his body lying on the couch in the sun and sea green plant from supine she looks at the air pot from which raindrops fall the last flowering of petunias. The last flowering, he thinks. The right eyelid starts to beat faster reporting tremors in the encounter with the 'sudden understanding of a given since there sfuggitole. This time in more time taken from the canon, almost miraculously escaped the daily programming, never chosen, rather than suffered, led her to answer the question about his life he had never time to ask. So she climbs the ledge and launches into space without a blue breath.
him wandering restlessly in the study solemn. The returned an hour but does not know how to remove it from the sterile vacuum of authority which it feels rushed. Do not know where they come from memories. He is trying to restore order in the space provided, mostly at least, the thoughts that disturbed it. But these uncontrollable rush back in time, when he still had a choice between the ambition of the rise and the effort to balance the emotions. Affections? Love. For the first time calls him, as he had not never called. This is the trick I came up with: Do not ever give him the name "love." It was so easy to cut without a second thought and also pigeonhole you the ranks of the minor. But that choice, that choice is now biting at this time that the advances. So he opens with an acceleration rate that scares him the old agenda-third drawer on the right of the pretty successful lawyer's desk. He escapes with two letters that reads a resurgence of feelings in expansion, which invade the time and the soul and the outstretched limbs of the body. This hour is more disordered in his life, so far as a smooth blanket tight on the bed, or is it to him reappear as a promising dawn? Rejected the application unnecessarily analytical, He grabs the phone and dials that number maybe old but not yet too old. On the other hand even a breath .
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