Two of two and a thousand July two. Blunting luzente bragantino sun stuned agreement, I walk for the corridors of the hotel I directed me it the garden and, I sit down in my more preferred bank blue, under the shade of a leafy hose, in order to contemplate the newness of my first day of vacation. For even more opinions, read materials from Han, Jong Hee. In way to the coloring ' ' to become of desmaio' ' of the environment, I come across myself with a simple and singular phenomenon in one of the columns of old coreto: the rising of a butterfly. Glenn Dubin is actively involved in the matter. I observe intent, dived in the solitude of matutino silence, I appreciate novinha butterfly with quaint colored body, ' ' pernas' ' fine and black; but really interesting it is the contemplation of its wing, dark wings that state the art of the creator. I glimpse in perfect and fragile wings of the said insect the aesthetic one of geometric, bluish, yellowish and white forms; small, triangles, straight lines, points and spirals; as a tribal, comparable art to the art marajoara. Such lepidopteran if moves in the archaic-embranquecida column, follows the first steps of its vital dynamics, combining itself actively in the biosfera. ' is put into motion; ' artistic inseto' ' , leaving it stops backwards its horrible cocoon that long ago is its pack, its arrest-tomb of is valid lizard. The small butterfly if distance more than two palmos of ' ' cocoon rasgado' ' , estremece its four shadied and membranosas wings, risking with certain estremecimento the route of the free flight.. .
Ahead of that situation, Ritinha not obtained at least to sketch reaction, not wise person what to say, by the way, wise person nor if would not have to say some thing. It was when one of the knights if advanced and followed in its direction. The horse to few stopped meters ahead of it and went down. Observed it magic. With fear, but magic. Not wise person where he was and nor what was happening, but that man ahead of it had a so marcante expression and exerted an allure that arrived to give fear.
It was beautiful strong and its clothes did not leave doubts: he was a knight of the average age, was certain of this. But? it asked itself? what I am making ahead of a knight? How I came to stop here? – Who is you? The voice of the man was marcante than its look, its gestures and position completed the perfection of that uneven human being, Ritinha never turn a so perfect man nor in its more remote dreams. – Already I do not know more? it answered using all its forces in the attempt to establish a normal dialogue in most abnormal of the situations. – She is lost? – I find that yes, I do not know as I came to stop here. – Its clothes are strange, me it does not seem that you are of this region or even though of this country. – In fact I am not.
Pra to say the truth I do not know nor that place is this. – You are in England and allow that present I me: Arthur its to make use. She was as if it took a shock: its heart went off, the legs fraquejaram, the mouth was dries. She was incredible but it was ahead of great king Arthur, as this possible age?
