Parable Simadiris: “in some pieces sheltered in the chest of a visitor, would be the precious and brilliant fractions of this resident Simadiris. He said the one who came from far away and that all the treasures were kept in his breastplate and not in his memory. A day that was actually several years of darkness, where he did not know anything about the gift of walking, Mykonos being his goal as a traveler, walking through the streets that besieged him around him and that melted before his sight too, he could continue to see them all turned into buttery chocolate, which was exhibited by the windows of the houses for more than five hundred years. Since he was a child Simadiris wanted to taste a bite with all the value of the truffle or rather want to decorate it with his hands and lips, to tell everyone that he had achieved it. However, one day he made a mistake, wanting to return the truffle bite to the melted walls that were in front of his gaze, being able to verify that they were tours of his memory that he snatched it away for a low and high price, then asking Helios for the option from renting a piece of Light to him, to observing the quadri-cycles that came to leave him more options, they were four portions of his consciousness of the flavor turned into transits of his reminiscence. Being very narrow the space that remained of his chest, he made more space in his memory and what he ate of the remaining piece of chocolate truffle, then he regurgitated it on the panoramic of his hands, seeing that everyone left their houses eating the same as he"

Parable Koumadoro: “almost a thousand years it took a resident of a small temple house in the Koumaro Forests to refer to the destruction of other forests that were with phosphorescent roots of the imaginary Arcadia, thus seeing other trees reborn from other tree roots under stubborn physical laws, leading to other pilgrim shrubs to their patron Koumadoro, who in coeternal clarions of voices enchanted in the ear of the gentle Koumadoro. Once hearing from the greatest sages that his forest would suffer a great flood and that it was going to devastate the forest of his ancestors, he then approached from a consumed ford towards the yawn of Zeus, to wield his vanity and enjoy the presence of Astrea asking him for one of his converting rays for the inter-pause of a natural yellow-ray and so that it should not be obscured by victorious borders and radiosities from the constellation Virgo. Then the feminine defense factor of the creation of the world, he reconverted the hectares of Koumaro Forest in divine masculinity, condemning and freezing the flow of water that threatened to invade them. Then Koumadoro cut off his beard and hair to look different, thus seeing that the goddess Astrea sponsored the lush gallant possessing the true frenzy of a warrior figure, she snatches him by pronouncing…: “your face and silhouette will moan with joy from the streams and hair of the cypress, turning you into the forest on the forest, like undulations and beards that split from them ”. Koumadoro noticing that all this exaltation turned him into dawn and that he hugged him on the heterogeneous trees, he falls like a volumetric torrent of water that dared to pass over himself, baptizing him in small streams of water, but of unequal volume and swollen shyness with almost nothing nor anyone being able to make a stream in his sight, only making water of equal volume flow, but volatilized by the glasses of Koumadoro "

(Procoro sweated through his hands, remembering that he lived in this moment. While the hours passed by his tunic like carriers that rotate through the interstices of Simadiris, a small spring rain fell on his face, through the desolate alleys and that uncertainly rained truffles on his investiture chambers, in places that always rains hope of rebirth)