Port Royal 2 Patch For Vista Artificial and explosive: the farewell to the world

a walled garden surrounded by climbing plants surrounded by air and water, surrounded by the world, universe. Miro

the wall with the plants with air, through my eyes closed, especially the right, because I'm resting on my hand, lying on the floor, which is surrounded by grass, surrounded by air, surrounded water, world, universe.

feel the movement of the universe in its expression of a breeze and I also see my hair that gently move your compass, that bunch of other animal that is released into chaos and became part of the world, the universe.

still & iacute, my mouth is bitter by the mate as washing and a little fríoy is so accommodating that desire.

My body is numb, as if asleep, but no tickling, no weight, completely disappeared in the universe.

My mind is blank, in peace, as if I were covered with thin white sheets which let the breeze and flies that come around rather than humming, chatting of his life in a voice so short that it is almost imperceptible, to lift and lower it, to me, to the universe.

I can feel a slight pressure on the design that dissipates very smoothly since I noticed.

My attention returns to his disquest, will drop? .. Just to confirm, look at the sky .... Only blue sky, quite dark now.

are many stones that fall now, it's like inside the vine was a cascade of stones and for some reason that reminds me that concrete wall used to have scattered to death.

Now I'm surrounded by a barrage of stones that are starting to make bigger, or so I gather by the noise. Falling

with little force and two jumps, a rock climbing plant leaves and comes back to me. The note, grabbed it and I realize I have a tiny black dot, but the stone's colorlight, I remove the rubble of the torso, especially the weevil embedded in my liver ... my body is strong, and support I feel my hands on the grass covered with small pebbles very tiny, but below the grass, my hands behind my body, forming a little tent with my body. I toss pieces of debris from the head and open my eyes.

still do not know if there is life besides me. I have ideas yet: the world .... ... I do not dare start at the sky .... Yes, the sky is still there, well, a beautiful sky ... I realize that the air never left. Well ... A little