quartiere delle Cure, by Jose Mariano The fateful Rush Manor in shared ellipsis
Feudo was known in his time as the most intelligent, confident and beautiful of men, at least it reminds Euphorion of Chalcis in a story called Mopsopia. The conviction was worth it, was that he provided for himself as a parent, safety intimidating and seemed to hypnotize everyone, because men could not replicate and obey him questions. From a very young
caught the attention of those around him by the sharpness of their thinking and their way with words as well the subtle irony with which splashed their evening together with the aristocratic young citizens of Athens, who were asked about popular opinion, though he offered no teaching. He did not consider himself wise, until one of his best friends, Semónides of Amorgos, asked the oracle at Delphi if anyone was wiser than Feudo, and the Pythia answered that there was no Greek wiser than he, but that it would be what would end its existence.
Since then, not drinking the words of warning that his investigation began to feud. Asking and talking to those people who considered wise, he realized that he really thought they knew more than they really knew. Philosophers, poets and artists, all believed to have a great knowledge, but Feudo was aware of the ignorance around him, this discovery led him to try to make people think as the ambition and make them see that they had real knowledge about things . The power of his oratory and ability to speak publicly were strong to get the attention of people. But one day, his ambition and excessive self-confidence, their lack of faith in the absolute, that their intentions were made against the natural order that had established the gods, so it is believed, was banished from the surface and forced to suffer in the underworld.
The circumstances under which Manor was born and lived until his death in Exile gloomy labyrinthine tunnels, located under the sacred island of Delos in the Aegean Sea located and known as the most cruel of places where they could be sent to those who had been accused of a felony against the same species, is unknown to this day. Legendary legends relate that to be the son of greed and deception could not run into another destination. Homer
Greek poet and bard, responsible for the punishment of this character, Nemesis, who was also known for Ramnusia, or Goddess distributive justice, particularly punishing excess, mediated between happiness and misery of mortals. Is said to address the unacceptable and intolerable actions Feudo had against the men, taking advantage of their naivete, and pretending to make it all on its own, claiming lands that belonged to her essential nature of the universality of men, as own, and taking a nefarious advantage of the innocent trust of their original pairs, provoked the wrath of the Goddess, who by that deception to mankind blasted against him without contemplation. This being the worst crimes that a mortal could make, I would have condemned to suffer looking for a loophole in those gloomy corridors end, accusing him of high treason against their own kind. Their actions are also causing an unavoidable lack of ingratitude and contempt for the very gods of all who had provided land for the whole community of men who lived there. So that God vindicates the actions of man, decided the fate of Feudo, condemning their fate to wander wandering ostracism to death in the labyrinth fusco end. Greek poet Hesiod
another, attributed the change Feudo confinement in the dark and mythical labyrinth to the Furies, female personifications of vengeance, which constantly pursued the perpetrators of certain crimes to penarlos. Also known as the Eumenides, these goddesses were prior to the Olympic gods, therefore not subjected to the authority of Zeus. Dwelt in Erebus (or Tartarus according to tradition), the underworld, of which only returned to earth to punish the criminals alive, tortured endlessly the eternally damned. Were responsible for punishing the crimes during the lifetime of their authors, and not later. It represents these horrid avenging deities, such as female geniuses with coiled snakes in their heads by the hair, carrying whips and torches, and with blood instead of tears welling in her eyes. They had great bat or bird wings, or body of a dog. Who tormented evildoers, tirelessly pursuing the earth to drive them crazy. In a broader sense, the Furies represent the rightness of things within the established order, protective of the cosmos against chaos. And being award acts on the land contrary to pre-established by the gods to men, we condemn the condition of preserving hope in the inevitable inability to find a way out.
also some people think that it was divine justice which was commissioned to Feudo, but it was his ambition without limit could find places that take them as their own so exploit to their advantage what led him to this point of no return.
The truth is that being either the cause for which this deadly finish in the dark lonely his last days, in any manner whatsoever, and divine, human and, fate found him locked in the confinement itself, surrounded by only a false hope without hope of redemption.
I
Feudo pace or walking in a dark corridor, could see only a few feet away from him. Humidity, cold, lonely feeling dominant, with the desperate uncertainty of his departure, escorted its route. But this is not lost in his wandering way to walk, still, something must have a potential output sentenced illuminated his mind, but this illusion unlikely alone to allow time to time in his nomadic journey.
not all is lost as long pondered, his gait was accompanied by hundreds of life-giving thoughts needed to keep up and running, faced with the inevitable distress that caused the horrible environment.
"Necessity is the leading man to find hope, with faith, with the will to go beyond the consciousness and its possibilities, is the same thing that I encounter, which left no I stop in life, to intimidate me over this evil that touches me, I have revitalized-
thought excited to get out of there, not concerned with who would thus not care, just trying to escape the nasty place where was. The time it was within the labyrinthine tunnels had not produced in the minds of Feudo mostly negative, otherwise this would not stop dreaming of an escape, hope remained intact even though he was already quite disheveled, was the body of a man died of grief in which she traveled without stopping the pass, the time had done its on him. The time when this was in the area, looking and boasting their beauty and intelligence, had ended forever his earthly life was just a confused old memories. But it grieved to think about it, doubting that ended his memory, even himself, confused, remembering that if it had really happened or whether it was just a dream, or if that dream was something that had lived indeed, his past was neglected for him to pursue his ineffective pursuit of redemption. Preferred to abstain from all evocations abstraction, because it made more comfort noted with dismay the disastrous fate.
's impossible to walk in that cave seemed endless, and it was not puor his opinion, but for its accuracy. But there was no stopping the march, at some point something will be presented rethought, an escape necessarily be displayed.
-I must be careful not to lose, follow what may, all things have been thought of as impossible, my freedom would not be an exception. It is for me that I am here, in this monstrosity, I am aware of it, my case has brought me to the dark and feed her escape, for there is nothing in this world more cruel than the truth imposed by those who believe they can handle We are only an appearance that is changed each time. If I have been punished with this disaster will not last forever, that the gods live in us and in us, but remember place only at the time of punishment, and leave us alone at the time of the action causing the ills, but who is not my god if you understand me in my singular existential stage
The uncertainty of this should not cancel was aware of it, although the conditions imposed as hopeless, even fatal, in the light of understanding. Something had to the front, was already a reason for no reason, and without thinking, and not care, being just pure impulse and intrinsic way your manager.
There is always a potential loophole is that which entices us to expect a prosperous tomorrow, live today projected forward beyond the probable, so we stayed this apostate.
"All is lost on me, if I lose even the hope of what may, I am who I am and what I am for what I do for me in my circumstance, if not save it, I will save me nothing else is likewise true that everything external to man is his misfortune, whatever it is, to live that is only projected circumstantial that I am alone now in this fatality accident, and insurance would claim to leave me die, but no! Follow that my cause is the super of all, what has carried me this far, can not be more than myself, so I just like finding a solution depends -.
II
Damn moments are manifested in the person of Feudo at this point. The illusion of finding the illusions and desires imaginable, the contradiction in the possible and impossible, to find the desired utopia, this being just one out of the darkness dotted with death that was lost.
Even without knowing that it would bring the encounter with another reality, that it seduced and more prosperous, because although we do not find a precise certainty, only an illusion can be the cause of a continuous movement.
The road stretched indefinitely and thoughts were all that was accompanied by his loneliness, and it was just the morning and the hope of unearthing the exile where he spent his days since time immemorial, at least for him, because in total darkness is hard to recognize the passing of the days, weeks or years, only the body tells the time accurately.
"Fate is cruel, introduces us to an end, with no ideas and no verifiable reasons. The predictable world leaves us in a moment, and walk alone, everything becomes unmanageable and unpredictable, my misfortune is not only my surroundings, but be here without finding a reason to justify it. But I intend? Is it that I find an answer as to why in my acting is another, I'm a wreck of humanity that wanders with nothing more than their memories and hope, and that would not break, the destination can never be so cruel as to get away from me, I'm just over everything and everyone-
Feudo dreamed find that little glow that shows signs of a possible later, light at the end of the tunnel seduced this as it does an oasis in the desert traveler, suspiciously like something dreamed it possible, but also suspecting his fate conclusive, fought hard in their privacy against it because the last thing to lose is hope to find what you seek. The thought he would carry out a solution, a change in paradigm, and it was wrong, that's how great it can fit into his dismay, tocárselas optimism that mortal power underground labyrinth.
"The morning is starting today, I am my project, my exile is thriving here, the world turns calling me to do while on the stage where I am, being the post or duty, will resolve inevitable in my perception, so I stick to it, by necessity, because there is no other reality to live that they can feel my senses deceptive, perverse and inaccurate unique insight that guides me and seeks me pilaster. Nihil est in intellectu quin prius fuerit in sensu "Cursed
only passage. Cruel, fictive, real, without excuses or options and is showing progress of Feudo. Everything has that sounded in his head, just debating this because, as the shortage justifies us wandering and unhappy existence many times. Feudo walked alone where there was no light, where everything is presented as dark, just a light illuminates the fateful misfortune.
Each step was an explosion inside it, hope, grief, emotional extremes were intertwined in his walk, the world she perceived was her only refuge, and was the penalty he must pay for their cruel acts.
There is no worse punishment for the man than futile and hopeless labor, Sisyphus in his evil is presented as a fellow at times, but at least this is occupied outdoors knew that he had no hope of shedding his destiny, his work was repetitive and it would be to infinity, he was aware of it, and it is that draws strength to find meaning in their existence, in contrast to the condemnation Feudo would have been more egregious, as in the dark I thought I could run into a small light to indicate the end of their nightmare, their struggle was not only with his departure, but also with his thoughts, murderous and the same time encouraging a Tearing combination, and overwhelming for any man. Believing that this could change your life went on, but their fate had been cast, and could never get out of there until his death. That was the price he had his freedom.
His will together take him out of fear, suspicion that the still condemn him to nothing, I held firm, because this was the most dangerous place in which he could arrive. In truth, where nothing is no difference where there is no difference in diversity of skills, and perhaps where there is nothing not even there any skills. Nor a disability. Therefore, where nothing exists and where there is nothing there no place.
"If I stop in contemplation warn without the complexity of my situation, and being so I can only meet death, this may be still alive when his black figure me take, then perish feeling my last beat, listening to nothing but the echo of myself. Just me, without giving any efforts to make an escape from this torment
That stimulated her to go, but the torch was consumed and had no more to replace it, the grief was unique in its existence at the time that was perceived running out of light.
"Yesterday we may find ourselves falling into a paradise without our will in an unhappy reality, only palpable who plays him, everyone is a cosmos, I am this day, time spent alone is a glow in my memory, nostalgia, entelechy. Desire for power is not, which again was not there, which no longer I'm sure if it's good or bad, but living in the reminiscences is more delicate to exist by the time to come, that's my goal to overcome.
But this does not vanish, in contrast, their passage into resonant, full of expectation, of self-confidence, that nothing is lost without the curtain falls. And would not he who does it fall, does not dissipate, losing the life he chose to lose their character because he was aware that it is only depended on him, and that the outside if he was foreign and unruly.
continued his walk steadily, trying to control their emotions and keep calm, it was good for him to surrender without more vehemently to such extremes, as this will weaken leaving him for hours at times overwhelmed.
But at some point must have realized the impossibility of redemption, maybe it was their hands that made you feel the time, his youth was gone completely, the furrows of her delicate skin was wrinkled and an accurate sample of the elderly in which had become and this was a shock I did that more than lighten the lightness of being, to hurry. His excitement against him this revelation had the opposite effect in action that its momentum has increased, their hope was stronger now. When she thought it would find a way out, was this the beginning of the end feud.
III
Our
convicted in his desire to continue strong, one day he stumbled in the darkness, the light could be provided was not sufficient to achieve a safe view, he could feel his skin was torn, was able to judge as his blood flowed fast, warm and wonderful, he could feel it running down his leg, while a foreboding image that has been submitted.
His cry of pain was an echo in the full vacuum was alone, knew that there was nothing there he was safe because it is such loneliness when you feel, and you do not check it. Kneeling pain and fear, thought that there was nothing else to do, perhaps it was time to resign, hoping their last flicker without objection, the fight had been Asaz had lost count of the days, years, time she had been there without stopping a moment, just when his body would not let him go by fatigue rested.
then fell into a despair that gave more to do, no options surrendered to death hoping to see his face before succumbing. His breathing was roaring in the barren, the cave was prosperous for it.
There was bathed in blood, lying on his fate. When suddenly he could see anything, his departure left him in front of that desired light full of hope, of possibilities. Light that would show the escape into another reality. He broke his pledge all frayed, tie it tightly to his leg injury, enduring pain with a grunt and medium bleeding continued walking towards the light, hoping to meet that morning that unexpectedly presented itself today, now. Overflowing with emotion that caused spasms throughout his body, he believed in his joy he had done the impossible, the weak flame of his torch is extinguished at the time, no matter the courage to one side, we no longer need to think, was near departure, could warn her, but I hope not entirely nebulous vision sought old eyes.
was approaching, more and could see more clearly, was not an illusion was true, was in front of him, and ever closer, the little light at the end was increasing its size, half walking had become career the pain was gone, the release is impossible to efficiently and stood before him.
cruel fate had mutated judged, the glory was on their side now, and do not want to lose, no matter what you have to do to get there, I knew I had to do, and would, I was convinced, and we know that more than expect that perfection must be convinced of it for their production.
But at a time given all that ecstasy was stopped in indecision, soaks Feudo perhaps leaving again in that fatal absolute solitude, she sensed now shared. I hear a rapid pace, rapid breathing, and instantly compelling silence. The light was no longer a way out, and today was no tomorrow, the tunnel was not finished in time eternal in a reality that soon he could see before him a man who lit with his torch, placed head and his body as does a mirror at times, the closeness to the hope of freedom disappeared, only confirming their perpetual misery.
"It was another me but in him, stunned, walked the same tunnel, that I had taken as his own, could not judge their appearance, their eyes sparkled delusional. Perhaps carrying the same hopes and dreams I've had this time. All becomes one in the same conditions.
deal did not take time, it was unlike other well, face it, looking so identical, and is exhibited in silence, no message, the image was all a desolate like to face him in the same conditions and in the same place come from even seeking the other end to an opposite, he was also looking for another departure. There were two wandering in the same place. Ellipsis shared.
IV
That's all I can say about the detention of feud, the story of this character has a lot of legend, some say that this underground confinement served as a warning for a time, men abstained from the deceptions to other men, that the world continued to tour with the safeguards of the gods for a long time.
Until the end of this imbalance caused the total, the scheme and greed came to life in the hands of people, agreed to by a self-proclaimed liberal ideological abstraction despicable and a dubious rule of law, destroying natural heritage in substance. From there, the world was never the same again.
With all the Gods are dead as Today, there is no punishment for those who betrayed their own kind, except for those who still do, the world has become the struggle of man against man, and the former Manor legend is just that, a legend.
Nullibi ergo erit worlds. Erit omne in nihilo
splendid day on Saturday and Sunday. The horse chestnut trees and acacias (false, I think, really are the mimosas that have already broken) to bloom in Madrid. 
