Hello!
manifest again Mr Le Gris, this time through a letter, written in pure fire on a polished slab of an ancient oak and I was delivered by certified mail, signed with his own hand. the direction of sender, once the messenger vanished with a suspicious smell of sulfur, the envelope vanished and nothing more.
well, I was in my living room, had opened a bottle of red wine and I was ready to continue with the readings Pessoa for the second part of the post in my Hypertext, but could not avoid the temptation to open such strange package signed by Le Gray himself and sent from the underworld in a special delivery
and recorded with fire and began his short but substantial epistle
Small hell
manifest again Mr Le Gris, this time through a letter, written in pure fire on a polished slab of an ancient oak and I was delivered by certified mail, signed with his own hand. the direction of sender, once the messenger vanished with a suspicious smell of sulfur, the envelope vanished and nothing more.
well, I was in my living room, had opened a bottle of red wine and I was ready to continue with the readings Pessoa for the second part of the post in my Hypertext, but could not avoid the temptation to open such strange package signed by Le Gray himself and sent from the underworld in a special delivery
and recorded with fire and began his short but substantial epistle
Small hell
"I write Antoine from the boat of Charon, while I take a manhatan in the keel toward the south pole, summer in the mountains of madness, accompanied by Randolph Carter and descrestante Howard Phillips, who will know the warm waters of the Antarctic underworld.
"I reflected on what some call small hells, which are quite different from our concept of Hell, the palace called Pandemonium, where he rests Hades and his cohorts. The tiny personal hell (which sometimes are not as small), so special, so full of meaning for the sufferer, so exotic, distant and incomprehensible to others.
"are those little pits will take us riled up, just by its very absurdity. Pressures are increasing gradually until it becomes unbearable, and repetitive wrong attitudes that undermine all levels of patience, you end up pushing you into the abyss for no reason, logic and small hells full of intolerance, pressed together like a bus Rolandia those in which no one pays attention to the other, in their circumstances in their web of unsustainable situations, because the wandering busy to worry only gives yours.
"while great hells are occurring worldwide and affecting the general mass (droughts, floods, plagues, wars), small hells are daily, filtered, mixed in the daily and then the little big war breaks out. is this the psycho sniper, murderer silently without apparent modus operandi, the great guy that is a super manager that works at night to pedophilia, efficient and discreet secretary who becomes a dominatrix every weekend the driver out of boxes that catches up with passersby, giving drive to the horn, running over dogs or scaring children. gang raponazos, indifference indifference, petty crime and inept police infamous half raised eyebrow and just shrug their shoulders .
"all those little hell that I lived, that you too will live, because there is no escape, because that is the world fade into the journey to Hades, I see clearer now, diaphanous reflected in dark waters just Styx mobile, and are for my ridiculous, they have lost their effect, its power over me, simply because they mean nothing, no attachment, no frustration has reason to be, now enjoy my trip and I recall my little hell with deformed smile lie a henchman and get my drink order bring another drink away limping into the dark depths of the ship of Charon, with whom I talked a lot and very entertaining, and continued in another letter to relatarte those interesting issues that we tried while wandering the ship was routed south unlimited.
"I will contact you shortly
" fondly "
Leo Le Gris
Gerris
"I reflected on what some call small hells, which are quite different from our concept of Hell, the palace called Pandemonium, where he rests Hades and his cohorts. The tiny personal hell (which sometimes are not as small), so special, so full of meaning for the sufferer, so exotic, distant and incomprehensible to others.
"are those little pits will take us riled up, just by its very absurdity. Pressures are increasing gradually until it becomes unbearable, and repetitive wrong attitudes that undermine all levels of patience, you end up pushing you into the abyss for no reason, logic and small hells full of intolerance, pressed together like a bus Rolandia those in which no one pays attention to the other, in their circumstances in their web of unsustainable situations, because the wandering busy to worry only gives yours.
"while great hells are occurring worldwide and affecting the general mass (droughts, floods, plagues, wars), small hells are daily, filtered, mixed in the daily and then the little big war breaks out. is this the psycho sniper, murderer silently without apparent modus operandi, the great guy that is a super manager that works at night to pedophilia, efficient and discreet secretary who becomes a dominatrix every weekend the driver out of boxes that catches up with passersby, giving drive to the horn, running over dogs or scaring children. gang raponazos, indifference indifference, petty crime and inept police infamous half raised eyebrow and just shrug their shoulders .
"all those little hell that I lived, that you too will live, because there is no escape, because that is the world fade into the journey to Hades, I see clearer now, diaphanous reflected in dark waters just Styx mobile, and are for my ridiculous, they have lost their effect, its power over me, simply because they mean nothing, no attachment, no frustration has reason to be, now enjoy my trip and I recall my little hell with deformed smile lie a henchman and get my drink order bring another drink away limping into the dark depths of the ship of Charon, with whom I talked a lot and very entertaining, and continued in another letter to relatarte those interesting issues that we tried while wandering the ship was routed south unlimited.
"I will contact you shortly
" fondly "
Leo Le Gris
far the Epistle of Leo. Still have the tabula rasa of oak a table in my library, night shining with a unique glow, phosphorescent. and I wonder what adventures will Le Gray at this time together with these two other travelers, Carter and HP
then I go to the shelves and between tomes and tomes find the novella of the Mountains of Madness I use another wine and start reading.
you soon and see you in the hypertext. Antoine
then I go to the shelves and between tomes and tomes find the novella of the Mountains of Madness I use another wine and start reading.
you soon and see you in the hypertext. Antoine
Gerris
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