order and freedom are connected by passion, we must believe in both, and we are tormented by both. To abuse freedom is to waste it and throw it away as rubbish. People do not like freedom, they are afraid of freedom. The strange thing is that freedom is nothing to fear. Instead, order is often scary.
One morning in late October, the first unbearable autumn rain fell on the hot cracked earth, west of the farm, before it fell on earth. Such a stinking swamp, flooded the road, impassable. Until the first frost, the whole town was cut off from the world. Fortaki was awakened by a bell, and the nearest church was eight kilometers to the southwest, in the old Hawkmeath Field, a lonely little church. But there was no bell there, and during the war, the church had collapsed.
Nice accordion sound. The spiders of the guest house launched a final round of attacks. They weave a net on the glass. on the cup. on the ashtray. table legs. chair legs. They tie themselves up with mysterious threads that appear to be keys from their hiding corners. Every movement and swing of theirs is fine, as long as the invisible web isn't so badly broken. They weave nets on the faces, feet, and hands of the sleeping people. Then immediately go back to where you were hiding. Waiting for their little lines to vibrate again.
My life is tango. My father is the sea. My mother is the earth. My name is Tango. Tango. There is no sea and no earth. What have you done to the sea and the earth. fuck you. My life is tango. Tango.
Yes, she told herself gently, the
angel saw it, the angel knew that
her heart was at peace, the tree, the road, the rain, the night,
everything was quiet
She thought that everything that happened was a good thing
so everything changed in the end It 's easy
. She thinks of the previous days, she smiles, and realizes the relationship between many times.
She thinks that these things are not related to coincidence
but have an unexplainable and mysterious relationship.
She knows she's not alone, all the people and things,
the father upstairs, the mother, the brother, the doctor, the cat, the gum arabic, the muddy road, the sky
and the nights here are for her, just as she herself is for everything
She had no reason to worry, she knew her angels had set out for her
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