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| The Eternal Promise (Excerpt) by Roger Metri He promised he«d close the doors of the city for me. I remember his eyes, the willing waylaying haze that is shipwreck continent and no one's Island, the unmeasured hands where broken breathing promenades by the rock of a needing mirror and the intimate agony of memory, and that way laying was the searching of what we already have and I also remember the embrace that suffocated like the tiger alphabet, which translates the darkness echo and the infinity green look. Helpless was, equal to search, to cross the defense of millenarian metropolis and the foundation of laws and governments, because late for betrothals, wrong for paternity, useless for burning, I would only get on a tramp of trifle searches, becoming reflex of sadness in my career. In a corner I drank a cup of fog, and in the meanwhile, the pale sing of brave took the questions again, inside us we know there is no one else and all important tasks lay on us, that we find ourselves when we look for the others and a new darkness takes us back to the land of the unknowns. I am old now, I have run through innumerable cities for centuries and never found the one. I can only watch from this window how the main door of my last destiny city closes and opens, and from this tower I know, by what he said, any moment he comes in through the entrance to complete his promise.
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