Behind Rebel Lines Chapter 12

Paradoxes. Let's talk about

Apostolo Zeno, Ambleto, I, 1.

Portici interior of the palace.

Fengone attacked by hired assassins, and Gerilda Guards from another side.

FENGONE

Traitor! Hello, Guardian, help.

GERILDA

your king? Felons,

will cost you your life.

FENGONE

Inseguitegli, or exposures, and their chief

Recatemi a trophy of your valor.

For you live, or wife.

GERILDA

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Unjust monster).

FENGONE

Both owe to your love.

GERILDA

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tell my duty

What I find in his wife and her lover.

FENGONE

of a Spouse years still enemies?

GERILDA

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Still

Orvendillo of the shadow is, the dead spouse

to disturb my rest in your bed.

What string, and tells me,

E '' s my executioner. These wounds are

deeds with his arm;

no'l And if heaven forbids,

arm istesso That raises the iron already, and within

Already vibration of Ambleto , dear Son.

And you barbaric Mother, Consort impious,

And they suffer? and abbraccj? O God! From the occhj

vanishes meanwhile

Shadow with sleep, and there only remains the tears.

FENGONE

Ah! Gerilda, Gerilda,

, and what I sleep TRAR

If not for love, security

At least you enemy within?

GERILDA

Odi, Fengon. I am your enemy, it is true.

Bramo your blood: I crave

my revenge. I would be your hell

To give me more angry, more you labor;

But with all this hatred I am your wife.

in your breast, cruel, I would

Avenge my pain,

But it is opposed to 'my anger

That faith that gave you

Virtue, never love.

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Bleach To Kill Scabies

In my opinion, I have mistaken for someone else.

I do not think me so many complications as you say.

For example, I have no idea what classical philology. So many things, but not those . Do not ask me to remember the faces of dead animals or made from time. This life I do not need . Distinction between fifteen types of plants, I know identify the poisonous ones, and good ones; I know in what season you eat ginkgo; recognize the shape of lycopods even in semi-darkness, I feel the smell of a horsetail three kilometers away, and I know that means water. And do not even think of having learned. I've always known.

do not know what to sing. With my wheezing and puffing like to understand each other. As for the music, if you feel like a rolling stone, is a murderess, not a pleasure, and I roar, slamming his feet, waving their claws - not applaud, no.

say that too if I'm on two legs, organ weights affect their operation? But tell me this you, I only know that if I get up on two legs, I can not stay up long, then that hurts your chest. And remember the reason that I have explained.

anxieties? But no, that is ... when there are, and if they leave, it means that I've gotten. Sooner or later there will be others, and then one day I'll have no more, forever. When I go around the carpet of ferns on the plains near the river, do not you think it is anxiety. I think of the earth, the rocks of the fern that I make you shoot at night time too.

Friends? The concept is too complex to merit an investigation. I'm together with my neighbors, because there are , as were the stones on a plain. A walk and be careful not to step or stumble and get hurt.

hate? Yes, for strength. But I will not make a distinction. If you threaten me, whoever you are, you have my claws. Two slaps, and I laid down again on all fours. And I forget you, immediately.

Dying?

the morning I go up the hills, where it is cooler, and I eat, and walk, I walk without stopping. In the evening, lead down to the river, lake, drinking, and everything is red and the shadows are long - often a bird's claw vibro where there is only air. At night, I lie down and sleep, among the stones, and a stone are - breathing softly and never dream.

All this will end one day. But I do not think. I do not think just about anything .

why I say that I have confused with someone else.

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