Moon Goddess

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Excitedly waited at the entrance to the park and wished that time to stop and sit when meeting so off as much as she would want .We saw once online .

When she arrived the bus was traveling alone in it .

Courageous I posted at the door stretching his hand to help her to down . Delicate fingertips rested my hand and elegantly descended the steps of the bus . Finally I kissed his fingers in greeting, trying to keep as much in my palm .

The sun was sending its rays somewhere in the back and so the light was like an aureole

 We started in an alley next to each other, somewhat embarrassed by the atmosphere of the beginning of the meeting, it was noon and almost everyone had left, so we were masters of the park .

At first pile of leaves we stopped and we both smile began to rummage like two kids. Happy choice, by color and leaf shape and shows us laughing that had found .

At one point, he took a handful of leaves and threw them at me. Seeing that I introduced deep into the pile of leaves the arms, stood up and took off running .

We ran along the paths, laughing and enjoying the feeling of being a child again. We stopped at another pile of leaves and chose others, others lost them during our running away .

Felt the need to be just like real kids so we went on the swings .

Then we collected chestnuts and acorns and tired we sat on a bench. We started to build human and animal figurines from what we gathered, smiling and joking on account of everything that was in our hands. Touching our hands more than was needed, like attracted by magic .

After a while the light began to decline, a sign that the day was coming to an end and start the evening. In it looking we understand that this show gave we the sunset like we were for only to us .

We got up and headed to the lake shore. Leaving bank full of toys made ​​from acorns and chestnuts and covered with leaves that take the place of clothes. I smiled thinking of the joy children will find these toys .

Passed along the alley leading down to the lake holding our hand and listening to the rustle of leaves disturbed by our steps .

We found a bench on the lake shore and we sat closely attached to one another, ready to look the enchanting colors . No talking, just admiring the steam that rose up from the water and obtain a color from yellow to deep red . . After a while she left her head on my shoulder and remained so until the sun has gone and all the light has become a shade of blue .

We stood up and walked towards the exit of the park I keeping it by the shoulders tightly glued to me . Toddle hesitant, as if no one wanted to return to the real world where it is ended, the park .

A bus was already waiting trips and helped her to climb. She sat at the window and put his hand on the window, and I covered her hand with my palm and I was there until the bus departed . I watched as she was waving goodbye until it became a point .....

I returned to the park, her perfume still dizzy and I sat on a bench .

Starts to appear months and had many dreams to tell ........

 by Tonko Alexander

I print my books in poket formate just for my soul !

Fairy tales for amanda

Talk with toys

In younger years I worked in a workshop made ​​toys. There I learned that toys have souls, like all things and beings .

Take a piece of whatever material, puts it in front of me and watched a caressing and slowly the material voice caught and told me what toy he wants to be. And now I have a few toys that have managed to escape from the hands of my son .

A few days ago I was in a big mall and passing by toy store I heard a great noise. I got curious to see what happens.

As soon as I walked in, the place to hear the voices of all toys, I was deafened by some chants as a protest mitigated:

- Elegy ! Elegy ! - We whant to come Elegy!

- Elegy ! Elegy !

I listened carefully and have managed to find the place where the cries came:

When they saw that I lean on them toys, were silent. - What has happened? Why are you annoyed?

Toys have realized that they understand and speak the language of their trouble being interested me and hullabaloo broke out. - Easy! Easy! Speak in turn as you understand!

Toys have whispered a while and then closest to me began to tell:

- As you know, news travels fast in our world of toys. I just found out that a relative of ours is doing extremely well and is happy.

. Is spoiled by beautiful girls, go with them to shows, and at restaurants, drinking cocktails and good eats dishes. Not to mention that he traveled to other countries and even wear jewelry.

The cause of this screaming, to hear us and other toys and to transmit to come get us. We got bored here!

- I know a faster way to find out your desire and write her. I like to stay quiet here and I have an answer as soon as I get back and tell you.

At home, I quickly transcribed this conversation I had sent her to know that all over the world await you ..... lots of toys By Tonko Alexander

Part of Chapter II of my book

About muses

Lost muse! Who found to wash the head with it ........ Tuesday, 07. April 2009 Time 0:20 I know this is an outdated topic, treated by many users and often but please have mercy on me I can feel differently than you .......... Eventually I have not withstood so many requests and I dropped dead from lack of sleep. I did not sleep much but very deep and quiet, slipping dream was smooth, almost imperceptible, but at one point I felt something inside me break. Did not hurt anything, just in front of me was a lady huge, larger than a block, clad in a white toga. I never like Beauty killed after ancient Greek statues but it must have looked goddesses. Situated at her feet as the necessary bow begged inspiration. No answer! I grabbed the edge boldly togas and pulled several times shouting: - Auntie! Auntie! A little inspiration please! Nothing! Hulk turned and left the earth rang with her steps. Ok so! Yes! Do not give anything! Las' that you see awe of me! ............ Ready! For now I'll write only about topics very real, flesh. Thrill virtual love gives me circling Sunday, January. August 2010 Time 4:08 That I talked of love, I want to tell you that everything you take on Buffalo at Target Cupid, rather it brings about two representatives of the fair sex that confuse and make him dream. First, around the age of 30, with light brown hair, slender, with a face like a cat, my eyes pale transmitted by a high dose of mischief, especially since has thin lips. The second, much younger, with a mane of blond hair and a baby face, I draw the body more robust, more full. Light blue eyes have a look astonished. What can I say ..... that particular pass through places where I might întîlnii although I road there that morning bus would expect the climb and not going in the direction where I just need to profit from the crowds and sink my face their hair ..... I'll stop here, until they become too romantic ..... Let's see which I choose as muse, the inspiration for stories and dreams. I found a new muse! Sunday, August. August 2010 Time 2:24 Much of the time this week I spent choosing new muse. We analyzed the two contenders for the title, I weighed in every way and I chose. Decisive was the frequency with which we met by chance. Here's my new muse: girl with blue blouse Picture taken from afar and without seeing me so I can remain anonymous. Now, I'll be busy are building dreams, fantasy scenarios of a life beside her and with her, to describe my feelings for her and many other thoughts, which I promise I'll read them as soon as they crystallize in my soul . Miss Muse Sunday, 19. September 2010 Time 2:44 I miss my muse! 5 whole days I have not spotted creature nor I felt his presence. I walked all the bezmeticul stasis that passes and I know it. I was hiding behind the tree in front of her building, waiting to come time to leave but the door remained closed. I returned in the evening and waited to return, all shrouded but if not gone, I knew not where I expected to come yet. I miss to see her blond hair fluttering in the wind. I miss seeing them sausages and freckled little nose. I miss to see her blue eyes full of curiosity and light. I miss seeing them gathered in a fleshy lips Botic angry child. I miss seeing them skin smooth, flawless and untouched by the sun. Tonight I waited more than ever, fumînd cigarette, cigarette, hoping that I'll go to bed with her image in mind but did not appear. We know, we talked, we looked only briefly whenever we crossed steps. This does not mean that you will not find in the future of my love and searing silent. But until then maybe you'll find out that the museum can be fired! Spiral destiny Sunday, 26. September 2010 Time 2:44. I was deciding whether to tell the tale but a good friend and loved me in the real world, Aang, convinced me, with much difficulty, to tell you ...... May ....... day of longing balling my muse and behold fate listened and turned tears into grains of hope. Why just last Wednesday, in the afternoon, we went out for daily visits to clients. I stopped at an intersection of streets and started to make phone calls I can determine the route. Suddenly, my muse appears around the corner, and head and she hurried to me talking on the phone. It hides behind me and shows me two dogs that track. We proceed in the direction from which he came, still talking to both phones. We go up to my dogs and I desmeticesc, step increases and disappears from me. I sat and watched stunned enter in the building where he lives, not having a chance to tell him anything. I am comforted, however now I have a reason to go to talk to her or even say hello. There are even unknown to her ......

by Tonko Alexander