Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsthe silence and convince. Their small loves are eliminatedon the effect of the great love. The sensibility isdestroyed and the differentiation based on the overcomingof a spiritual quietness make them able to resist theinfluence from the entire human past. In this point makeme happy, the decreasing of mistrusts, which are put ingarbage and their elimination is duty for a foreign departmentof cleaners.So piles with pieces of characters are burn far awayof the institution, but although the big quantity of thesmoke on the air, is absorbed liberally, the moment.Some minutes before, while I looked the miracle ofthis giant, I get astonished from the invisible weightsomewhere inside myself. The usual day started its routine.After a while will the decrease began but it willfeel very little only on the automatic memory. Eventhought something is disobedient to me. A silent mechanism,as a black wing of bird, which touches the emptywalls of my crippled memoryWho is knocking on the thick glasses of my silence?All the arrows tell the normality of the radiation thatwaits the perfection. Is there no defect at all? My hearton the big screen, pulsate the moment. Then there wasa face that refracted on the weight of the atmosphere. Idon’t remember any more, even the moment. I knowthat during the morning somebody came near me differentfrom the others do. I want you to help me. Weare….The documents are ok….As all the others you willbe examined too…Yes sure…For a moment the voice is clear and then lost on theconstant fervor of the vehicles. A close man ore109