Saturday, April 24, 2010
Trench Foot Not A Problem For Ww1
's three in the morning, and as my imagination works with cartoons, eyes flashing perfect white on the black of night.
Something is not working quite right, he thinks the owner of those eyes. Do not know if this is normal, but every day has to lie down at night with nothing to do than watch the endless darkness, there seems to me that this thought thoroughly.
eyes flash again, and the clock strikes three and twenty-four of the morning.
Boredom the years has resulted in absurd games that can only be performed in total darkness. Thus, in the middle of the night, between the arms as much as possible in the hope that together they are the index fingers. Also pushing hard with the palm of your hand over your eyelids, to see white stars expected to show some light on the matter. Or a finger slowly approaches the eye wide open, until they turn suddenly. Are things of much laughter, but only in absolute blackness.
never told he had to close my eyes to go to sleep, so that something had to kill time until dawn. Change paragraph
lapse of time. Now is the morning after, and we're not in the room, but in the kitchen. The morning radio sounds monotonous, interrupted only by the tinkling of spoons that stir the chocolate milk before school.
- Hey Carlos ...
- Hmm?
- Tu ... You tell me when you lie down at night, close your eyes?
is a silence. Even the announcer was quiet because something does not fit. Carlos the sleeping brain are known to him asking something wrong, but is no time to bother with such trifles, so sleepy after a few seconds of indecision, resolved without further reply.
- If at the end if.
- I was saying ...
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