They spent a long period together sharing, like two sensitive hearts in an Eden of marital tranquility. Both attended the annual anniversary, where they met at that time. It was already the year 1964 and in these peaceful moments, their faces represent joy, without a doubt, the intrigue is greater than a simple feeling, it is like driving away from the one with the plausible eyes, which are about the unforgivable mirage.

Ludwig ...: Who told us to look at the ...?
Antonieta ...: No, don't say it, enough of those things my Ludwig ...!
Ludwig ...: Okay, but come over for a kiss.
The next day, at dawn, the particles floated, those of dust swirled the ferns. Antonieta slept with her face, as he had never seen her rest, perhaps it was the happiness of many of her in her.

Ludwig ...: At the moment I think that those who remind me of the past, make me evoke the total peace that I achieved, but not total of those passionate about a creed or reason, who have to lead me to its equivalent, to understanding. In this way Antonieta, who largely understands me, I tolerate her distance from me.
This day of the astral calendar, it will never be more difficult to reach it even if you have to knock on all the doors of the doomed castles. Antoinette was already awake, she prayed that he would finish and not get lost.

Ludwig ...: The day ... the day ...!
At noon with some moisture in his body, he slid down the road to Calypso Lake, he was going to consolidate his belief in it, in the festival of the one who is celebrated by him. As you follow his course, his imaginary and advisory voice prompt you to run and run. Sweating heavily, filling with his muscles were hot with blood, tensions leaping into a carrousel, inhaling newborn airs and exhaling the profane funereal oxidation of his dynamic flows.He ran and ran so long that his legs looked full of rolling action. When he saw patches of water before his eyes, Ludwig lulled his body when he reached the rested libertarian. He reached the edge, lowered his hand that brought water to the Calypso, son of the sea and the sky. Go Big Parents!

Already the summer season was moving towards autumn. Both imperfect, they did not clear the gleaming perfection in which they were passing at that moment. Goodbye to you, tireless interlocutor, I can see you in my clairvoyance collecting everything else. A simple drip brings me closer to simple tasks. All sweetened by the aromas of the vegetables and their ecosystem. If it were every time like this, I would not imagine a certain discontent in the Lake for this untimely climate change.