my freind my enemy

Many moons ago, when the sun you could consider a entiated born there were two men with the purest hearts of the entire history of human sinners, the first man was about twenty years of robust and high contxtura hair and eyes solar as bright as her hair and her skin was so white and smooth as milk whose name singing with your body SUNLIFE his name was the second man was a thin man, tall, dark-eyed sailor and Malaysia and hair as dark as mantle that covers the night whose name chanted his name with his body was Goosefoot. These two were the best of friends all around the world such as inseparable friends were not even out of higher managed infit separate but nothing is for one night in which the moon was red and in which the stars were crashing among themselves Sunlife tube a little bit dizzy in which callus in the middle of a corn field but this would not be the end of history as a SUNLIFE Goosefoot lleba and washed his little hut in the middle and place it on its supposedly comfortable bed and that bed Sunlife's cheeks turned pink and her temperature rose up to heaven but this is normalis thanks to the valuable help of Goosefoot lanoche to stay all that caring for a dear friend and that dear friend rencompenza to have overnight care Goosefoot caresses the cheek and moves his lips to say:

- Friend, friend turns out to be like the reincarnation of one brother who loves it in your eyes is the purity that is not in the eyes coruuptos of all humans and animals if you'd killed the only thing you did was kiss the soul of each one that matastes-

-Oh, my how wrong these I already true of you all your adventures and I also know that life until it is com-

- How it supistes? -

"Gabriel told me,

- What gabriel? -

- The Angel Gabriel Gabriel do you know any other? -

- No, no more gabriel conosco but is where Gabriel conocistes? -

- Not met him and today I am Gabriel came to pick up your soul

. Friends do what you have to do-

At that time the walls of the hut turned red while the eyes of Goosefoot not even watered but while he spread his wings thought at the very special friend.





Short story by senegoid ademordna
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Written on 2010-11-03 at 05:10

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