And slept the inquisitor I
remember waking up in the shadow dim, lit nights and other misunderstood, disheveled in the days and 24 hours subversive. If you enter the path of the nonsense was my life, I admit, I just wanted to throw in the tower high.
Over time I preferred the option absurd questions without answers, suffer from a remote intuition that has to do with the rush to close this box to sleep in without worrying about finding essences. No running away from credit cards, if the tickets back, not for some fine of the municipal police, if companies useless. It was so then as I slept the Inquisitor.
II
- What is reality?
- Imagine the moon in the palm of your hands.
- How can we obtain, receive, share without giving?
- Dream your future in a sail spacecraft.
- How long will I have a license to gut?
- Bing - bang - buumm ... and slept the inquisitor.
III
For one space in which songs stop and disfigurement of the moon and the sailboat us away from this game, invented a nose be tricky, which is supported by thick glasses that increase your presbyopia and devices that correct the dislocated smile. This being the slightest hint to the world without songs or moons and sailboats, merely chase awkwardly hitting everything through him, this being awful are like me, without appearing to his rudimentary sense. It is then a perfect night to flee.
already sleeping when I said the inquisitor is when I become a space traveler. I sail close flyby worlds and wide seas, I never stop the unnecessary without knowing the inevitability of every encounter. But still inhabit more uncomfortable, aware of the financial crisis for example, or money is exchanged by hunger, that endless spiral of money due to illness, injustice, success and beyond that is more and more money problems those that disrupt the gestures and blood boil. For that part of the raw unreality, there was no option other than the value buy / sell and how much worth my money problems, I had no choice but to become an ascetic with luck, plus space traveler, sailor bla narrow worlds blah blah . At first I imagined it as a real solution. An afternoon walk through a slum and at the same time waving a tramp ( possible navigator wide seas destined to die of thirst ) at that same moment a magic hat was with my left shoe, and I picked it up at home I printed a maximum ticket value per day, as the currency in which I am. Then I was by New York , Beijing, Berlin , Tokyo, London printed the tickets and went pal 'south ... Southern this imaginary so unreal.
But the crisis did not allow happy, One afternoon when I took the flight path 69 to other lands and poisonous gray cloud stopped me for many years one world currency briefcase full I was useless, I had to feed ash and condensed water until finally the cloud vanished .
woke away from home, with those thick glasses and that frightful personality, I woke up with all sorts of sensible responses, woke up the bum that hat and so it was like I woke up to the inquisitor.
