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The day I went to the doctor to ask for the care of that pain so deep that it was unbearable, gave the recipe time. She looked not able to resist that evil inhuman was bewildered in front of precious pendulum clock grandmother, who had inherited and had at home. And with hands under chin he began to observe. Pendulum Pendulum wall clock mechanism up ... down ... the minute hand a little wall clock mechanism advanced. Pendulum Pendulum down ... up ... The sound of the gear indicated another hour. I could not say how long it was before the clock thousand year old, but what was clear is that pain persisted with the same intensity. It was so infuriated with the clock, picked up the wall and threw to the ground. Although the mechanism, screws and hundreds of pieces were rolling for the tiles. Was angry with the doctor to believe him. I was angry with herself for being so stupid as to think that to get that pain would stop. After fucking around and everyone started to pick up the pieces of the grandmother clock, with the idea to fix it. And while collecting all the pieces of iron and wood, he thought his heart broken device that assimilated. Imagined wall clock mechanism picking pieces of their broken heart. And creating and believing his own deception, he thought that perhaps while fixing the clock to reconstruct his heart hurt and pain. At least not lose anything by trying it ...
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MartinaH If I had the embroidered cloths of heaven recamades wall clock mechanism with light gold and silver, blue and soft tones and dark fabrics night, light and darkness, extend these fabrics under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, you're walking on my dreams ... -William Butler Yeats- View my complete profile