been days since we took the narrow path of the spring, the excessive heat and some other event caused the old man walks in the forests became routine and a little sad, missing the spark that surrounded the dawn magic dreams, not even approached the ramshackle Yuma bridge, but today the morning breeze again rocking the slumbering leaves on the trees, and its low murmur again sounded warm and sweet voice of my old elf ... walking slowly, I go into the tangle of shrubs, bushes full of berries invite you to stop and savor the delicious wild fruit ... sorry! I'm allergic ... but Yuma is getting Morao !!!... by god I've never seen a dog who likes berries hahaha ... so after a tug on his collar it that we move forward, the road narrows and there is standing next to the rickety old bridge, deep breath, the scent of pine trees and green grass makes you relax the soul, Yuma runs after a rabbit, and the sound of clear water flowing between the rocks back at the end I lost my world ... and again close and I open my eyes, I'd almost gotten used to not see him again today but her voice is calm in the mist, and in her smile, is drawn slightly the first ray of sunshine ... Yuma hesitates, never crossed the bridge of dreams alone, but finally comes to life and goes like a bullet ... I'll never know if Dakota did so thinking that might be there, or if the rabbit is already pursuing the other side ... mother of god! tomorrow is giving jajajajajajaja ... sitting by the river, the elves make it sound recorders and a pair of fairy newcomers look at us with curiosity, sure they are thinking that often pair an old elf and a human, I can no more and finally asked ... where have you been ??... looks at me and the at the same moment that has always been there, of course I will say what he pleases, as if she knew ... and you?? your demons are gone ???... its response has left me a bit puzzled ... I! I have no demons ... or if "? ... Surely one too many for me, but ... their laughter are as a claim and a second the magic of old forest is reborn with the splendor of the sun and blows between the abolished ... it's back ... Yuma is panting, I feel that the rabbit has given soup jajajajaja honda ... but no matter, because today, the two have finally recovered the dreams and the silent magic that a day without wanting to, we lost ...
Leydi ~ Halcon
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