Sul Campo Del Mare - Vilenica

V2-2010.PM51626/13/100, 12:14 PMTaras Prohaskowhite hut, drinking red wine and eating dry goat’s cheese all day, andlooking at a few tomato plants and not at the sea, in which he would batheevery night until the carnations began to give off their scent.Franzysk, on the other hand, dreamed of a woman with several pairs ofbreasts.Suddenly Sebastian bent down and butted Franz in the stomach withhis head. Franz tumbled from the snowdrift while Sebastian did a somersaulton the ground and, lying on his back, fired from his snow-filled rifle.On a distant hilltop something rang out. After lying still for a momentthey made their way to the place and found Shtefan, wounded by a bulletand holding the smashed camera.Sebastian had taken the light flashing off the lens for the reflection ofan optic sight. Shtefan had overlooked the most important point: ”No oneshould ever notice you,” Franz had said. And one has to know how to takeresponsibility for an oversight.On the other hand, Franzysk ended up without a photograph for theencyclopedia after all. Fortunately, reduction still interested him.12. After this accident Anna decided she wanted to learn to be a sniper.13. First of all you have to grow to love your own body, said Sebastian.And the location where everything will take place.For the body is the gateway to the brain.If you want to think well and quickly, the gate should always be open.So that thoughts can come in and go out freely.Thoughts are merely what passes through the filter from a locationthrough the body and then flows out.The freedom of donor-acceptor relationships.To lie in the water and not to hear its smell.To look closely at grass and not to feel its taste.To experience with a glance the taste of what you sense by touch.The gate opens only when you love it.Open up, you always open up so beautifully.Nails can scratch, but they can also clutch.Prolong your gaze, maintain your gaze, hold your gaze.Transfer to the rifle your body’s desire to be in a place you cannotreach.If you grow to love a location, it will become the creeping extension ofyour body.It is not you who shoots, but the contour of the landscape.It is not the head that thinks, but the body.It is not the bullet that hits, but the thought.Every thought is a desire that was able to enter and leave through thegate.What you can do alone, do with no one.Say what you have just thought, and think as you have just felt.Cry from tenderness, for otherwise you will never be so strong.162