amed_yekta

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\| 02:08 PM Jul 02 2010
Mahroo Iran, Islamic Republic Of

Mahroo
Iran, Islamic Republic Of

\| 06:52 PM Jul 01 2010
monibaca Colombia	In the nothingness of the glassland, the wings of the butterfly seems to move in a drowsy movement, so slowly, so hipnotizing. The white clouds in the sky were so static, no wind between them or passing through them, not even a flying bird can be observed in the blue sky. Nothing seems to move, everything looks so steady, even her heart feels like pumping so slowly, that nobody can be able of hearing it; not even in that unbreakable silence could sound a heartbeat. Waiting for her knight to appear, she was surrounded by lonelyness. Holding in the heart the hope of see him arrive through the far path. Carrying in her hands a leafless yellow faded flower, the one he gave it to her the last time they saw each other. Sometimes she looks at the inmovable sky, sometimes she looks down at the meadow; but mostly all the time she looks at the flower. Should she go?should she stay and wait for him?. But it seems the answer is so simple for her beause her castle cannot be lighted again, not without the eyes of his knight. Monica

monibaca
Colombia

In the nothingness of the glassland, the wings of the butterfly seems to move in a drowsy movement, so slowly, so hipnotizing. The white clouds in the sky were so static, no wind between them or passing through them, not even a flying bird can be observed in the blue sky.

Nothing seems to move, everything looks so steady, even her heart feels like pumping so slowly, that nobody can be able of hearing it; not even in that unbreakable silence could sound a heartbeat.

Waiting for her knight to appear, she was surrounded by lonelyness. Holding in the heart the hope of see him arrive through the far path. Carrying in her hands a leafless yellow faded flower, the one he gave it to her the last time they saw each other.

Sometimes she looks at the inmovable sky, sometimes she looks down at the meadow; but mostly all the time she looks at the flower. Should she go?should she stay and wait for him?. But it seems the answer is so simple for her beause her castle cannot be lighted again, not without the eyes of his knight.

Monica