angelbrightwell @ 2007-09-03T12: 44:00
Well I guess the first part has not read any ... hehehehehe however, publish the second .... ------------------------------------------------ ----------------------->
I went to the church because it seemed the more hospitable place at that time, while the direction of greater quiet allowed me to think that I was not sure who I was although I was sure I was there, that somehow I was influencing the passage of time. I could feel the air on your skin sticky and my self suggested to me that those feelings I was trying, nobody else in my place. arrived in front of the portico of the church so I opened it enough to pass, I entered, even though I was not sure to be a Catholic I mentioned a bow and a sign of the cross in front of the crucifix placed on the wall before me, I sat on the bench to rest at last my weary limbs. My research had found a proper rest and the place where I was fully carried out the duty of contemplation, and so almost I found myself without wanting to ponder again what I was doing. I was looking for what would satisfy a sense of emptiness, helplessness and alienation from reality, but not reap the full reason for my suchen, but a burning sensation and anxiety pervaded the chest when I was pondering the problem to the attention of my brain . Surrounded myself not feel the approach of the priest who seemed to materialize from nowhere and just a faint but full of greeting his guest startled me, and so I noticed.
He was dressed in classic black clergy, was an anonymous figure that surely would not have remembered long after leaving that town.
Monday, September 3, 2007
"Good evening" took a pause to give me time to realize.
"I am the priest of this church, you are a foreigner?"
"Yes" I replied.
"I will not ask by what is' running away or what they are looking for, but I imagine that a bench is not the most comfortable place to rest."
I realized that I was finished with the first lie down on the bench where I sat, so I simply got up and gave me a shrug.
certainly did not seem to be something common in this town that a stranger came to find shelter, but I was reassured by the discretion that the priest offered me because I did not even know exactly what I was looking for or if I was actually running away.
not read many newspapers and so I was not aware of current events, but I knew it was not a peaceful period for humanity, for the statement that perhaps the priest did not seem very unusual.
"Forgive me for intruding curate, but did not know where else to go and view the church I took advantage of its silent invitation to enter to find refreshment
" That's why I leave the porch open ... "and with a slow movement gave me his back and beckoned me to follow him.
"I am the priest of this church, you are a foreigner?"
"Yes" I replied.
"I will not ask by what is' running away or what they are looking for, but I imagine that a bench is not the most comfortable place to rest."
I realized that I was finished with the first lie down on the bench where I sat, so I simply got up and gave me a shrug.
certainly did not seem to be something common in this town that a stranger came to find shelter, but I was reassured by the discretion that the priest offered me because I did not even know exactly what I was looking for or if I was actually running away.
not read many newspapers and so I was not aware of current events, but I knew it was not a peaceful period for humanity, for the statement that perhaps the priest did not seem very unusual.
"Forgive me for intruding curate, but did not know where else to go and view the church I took advantage of its silent invitation to enter to find refreshment
" That's why I leave the porch open ... "and with a slow movement gave me his back and beckoned me to follow him.
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