The Wise Man and the Beggar.Chapter III.

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"Buried under seven slabs lies love, locked up in the deepest corner of my brain remains your voice, forgotten among my dreams live all your memories, and buried under seven layers of granite dying my heart"

Terse Sentences.

As the days passed is was pacifying the concern that the presence of the strange Nea produced, man had attached to its passage as a silent shadow, they went, thought, ate and when night fell under cover of a tree or a cave they cast to sleep.

Although the two walkers sought to avoid urban areas, there were times that stood in their way and when with just a great round the possibility not to cross them existed, the man and the woman to them heading.

Walking through the dusty streets of the towns, villages and cities both travelers watched the absurdity, how different and how similar all forms of life, doors closed and looks on the sly, naughty children taunting them in its path, people poor and rich that they looked at boldly and curiosity, backdrop of religious symbols presiding over the streets and squares of the place and sound accompaniment the bells and the mystical chants calling to prayer.

It was in one of those remote places where the beggar animated by heavenly gaze of the wise started his speech and began to speak. They had referred to the village from the top of the mountain, and while not producing the woman a few good omens place, deep ravines and high mountains covered by snow prevented him to surround him. When their presence broke into the first streets locals boldly and mistrust began to look. They walked firm and insurance, they watched askance people, being aware of the expectation that their arrival had created among the inhabitants of the small village.

Nea had unsuccessfully tried to wake up the charity of some neighbors, receiving only the dislike and contempt for their presences, the square main was presided over by a large fountain built with heavy and worn black stones, opposite the fountain had a Prayer Center and one of its three towers the bells sounded dead. Curious neighbors whispered boldly while travelers cooling the crystalline waters of the stony black font face, women came up in one of the two stone made flanking the crystalline jet of water, and taking advantage of the acoustics of the square to curious residents of safely he directed his words.

-Since we have entered this village we have perceived your distrust, your curiosity and your teasing, these three skills, curiosity is possibly the least annoying and the less disastrous in the eyes of your God, but just curious was which saved the little Sparrow and killed his Hunter, therefore sometimes curiosity can be positive or harmful.

-Teasing are also troublesome in the eyes of the creator, although only a few children who make the derision, but distrust, although a human survival trait for seeding is always the doubt, and doubt is as that debt without paying off that he causes a wound that never stops bleeding, preventing those who suffer it discern with clarity , and even with normal to do an action as simple as breathing.

-The campaigns tell us that someone has died. What is and what the late leaves?, young or was old?, did die from accident or by a rare disease?

-Campaigns to the outsider, cast doubt on the deceased person, not so for the neighborhood he knew his personality and all its good and bad aspects.

Women closing the eyes said with one of his hands to the sky and forceful way everyone asked.

-Perhaps doubted Abraham when he raised his hand parricida to murder his most beloved son?

-The answer is that no, but here any of you... would know the, the grounds or reason?

The gathered had become the expectation of the taunt, Sage man looked at women with joy and admiration, she reading in blue eyes his approval, he continued with his story.

* The Doubet *

Intentionally was born the taunt,
Giving way to the derision and doubt.

Deliberately emerged the night,
Wounding and freezing the reason.

Go naked,
Pair, clap
It disappoints,
Helps proud.

Sharp-beaked
Air, lamp,
It disappoints ,
Lips round.

Maliciously broke the taunt,
Paving the way for the ray of doubt.

In a harmful way grew pant,
Pawning the soul and illusion.

A history of magic,
Of love and tragedy,
With a single target,
The human heart.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

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* La Duda”

Intencionadamente nació la burla,
dando paso al escarnio y a la duda.

Premeditadamente surgió la muda,
hiriendo y congelando la razón.

Acuda desnuda,
aplauda cejuda,
defrauda bar buda,
ayuda cornuda.

Aguda picuda,
bocuda dentuda,
greñuda huesuda,
velluda tetuda.

Maliciosamente irrumpió la burla,
abriendo paso al rayo de la duda.

De forma dañina creció la deuda,
empeñando el alma y el corazón.

Una historia de magia,
de amor y de desgracia,
con un único destino,
el corazón humano.

Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias.

It will continue to...

"Life begins within the love of beauty generated by nature, love is an eternal feeling that becomes a company within us"

Prayers of Love.

Footnote Page:

A story that speaks of magic, unconditional love and travelers is ideal to make a dedication of the chapter to a special person, and that person is none other than Mark Thomas, or what is the same, The Traveler of the Brand.

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