One night, when electricity cut off, another of the many cuts, I went with some fear of the darkness of my backyard and got to watch the blackness of the sky that looked like a velvet canopy deployed on Earth.
However, I realized the imperfection of the sheet discovered a fatal crack in that hairy cloak and knew that there would fall a thousand misfortunes of my people, we approach the final. By pretending the discovery of more details of the crack, I fell into a whirlpool of alienation know the duration.
And suddenly, the electricity returned and my eyes were opened to the everyday world of my daily routine. Although I know that this vision is a foretaste of what is written in the stars. Since then I have changed my profession and I work only to Astrology. No I have many clients who come to see me, but we are increasingly those who wait for the end of time.
4 th year of the Literary Workshop The magic of writing
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Marta A. Mortars
Pereyra, 03/10/1907
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