An Winter Evil And Sudden Rushed At Me That Night

A boy appeared suddenly, like a magical spirit from One Thousand And One Nights. He brought so many things on his back. It seemed that infinity lay in his pocket. I touched the boy's hand and forecasted he will grow old, happily.
A flower of the desert was he. A boy, who just wanted to behave as a man. In fact he really was at times. There were words developed in an expected way, nevertheless impossible to be said. Some necessity of love, whether was it for real nobody understood after all.
There were talks without stopping, without thinking. He set me back into the childhood and made me feel as a child again. Our carefree state of mind was the bracelet of our hands. The wind followed us like a wanting slave and the houses guarded us from sins.
He showed to me how to take a step barefoot in the rain. And the fairy-tales had no end. Somewhere the magic arose, between south and north, between east and west, somewhere or here.
I used to hurry up somewhere as if against my will.Why the fox runs around the house? So that she might have her meal in order to gain what has been lost yesterday.
When the day plays chess with the night then no answers are valid. The king is lost, the queen carries on. On the table lay a key for every door we never managed to use. We only found the proper words, but did not dare to take the moon from heaven.
A harpsichord played Bach's cantata and the time has come for the boy to find that something disappeared in the cold winter and with the hours running out the feeling will be the same no longer. However the man's sigh is short and the life is bound by happiness, so let the earthquake be. It will make us grave.
The boy will be late when he walks on upward slopes. That's the way you get to know the price of any road. He would be in a hurry because the heat could pass away and it was not so often that the air is hot during such a day.
Strangely white snow was falling at midnight. The boy was young, that's why these things evoked anxiety. But he did not clear a path and never made way for me.
He knew that it would sadden me.