How nice ring the church bells every Sunday at noon! Moon's smile widened with the clatter of metal, the pendulum gong sounded again and again. Was transported by the sound, I felt I could fly and from the top to see the people marching on the sidewalks of the district to the mass of the twelve. The gong gong
invited her to travel, then decided to keep flying. Leaving behind the neighborhood, going through the paddock opposite the railway station and watched as the boys ran after the ball feverish, crying out God knows what. And there, in wagons forgotten the train, people coming and like coming home. As he passed by it was understood, that within there were tables, chairs, plastic or wooden crates, crawling and other kids playing, that was another neighborhood. On his flight
crossed with pigeons and swallows. With a blue sky and white clouds. Luna was enchanted by the view from the air. People were tiny dots moving from side to side. The houses are large boxes of shoes, scattered in a unique order.
Beyond was the river and across the islands. And over the horizon, expanding the world. And did not hear the bell. He had traveled a lot and now, the silence made him lose his composure. He waved his arms, a little nervous, fearing fall from that height. But there was nothing to sustain it, no wings or sound. Began to fall, painfully. The sky became a blur going up and everything was down, dangerously close. Then he closed his eyes.
And when opened, was back in his bed. The gong gong was over. Safely Mass had begun. And she was in her room, as in every moment of the day. But he had gone again. And I knew that this was not an illusion, a silly - and said his brother - the imagination of a poor little invalid who could not even stop using a cane.
was real from the sound until the last flower drawn from the top, in the fields of railway. It was vivid smile a little inside the train car as the insult of child chasing the ball. As real as the pain, sorrow and forgiveness. How beautiful those bells ringing! What magic was his gong! Luna smiled
in the solitude of his room, dreaming and to those few minutes of life, on Sunday, a little before noon.
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