(Waiting to seal the fate of Leo, let I present to you - very briefly! - Edmund.)
Edmond was not a being like others. Everything in his being sang his praise, and his steps were like guided by a heavenly will, he should receive, as the soft murmur of Destiny, whispering in the depths of his thought. We could recognize his features for its promising destiny - also, like the great minds of the past, Byron, Shelley, Chateaubriand, and other major hapless romantic, beautiful eyes and pure melancholy always seemed to rise to heaven in a charming petition, and statue of his nose, his thin mouth, her delicate ears were the perfect image of the purity of his senses. Quivering in the slightest breeze, sighing with sweet scents of autumn, releasing a small tear of the sweet contemplation of his piano, he was the world more than anyone else. And the world seemed to have been created only to be perceived by him as his acute sensitivity and was attentive to the little things that did; these sanctuaries were to be invisible to others who have walked blindly. But he spoke to them, called them and fed them as a divine nectar.
O sun, to which you weave your sacred lace ? The nymphs are no more, and our hearts are too impure ... This fiery crown caps with you my head is too big reward for the mortal I am. O butterfly messenger ephemeral creature of shadow and light, as the wind blows your wings of my dreams and in a sea of glitter on your door you do not wave my respects to your friend alabaster: Moon in your womb I'll feed my designs, and j'abreuverai my thirst ... May the kingdom of Hades sound of your sweet melody - O temple of the eternal, how exquisite and soft repose that would be!
He spoke little to those he skirted that body, and did not interfere much with the triviality of their lives. Did they speak of the time, the meal they had done, or what they had brought from hunting they spoke of their petty worries, their secular celebration, their coarse emotions, it does could hear a loud crash vain. He also avoided as possible, and went to seek other companions in the wild, dumb and loyal friends, eternal guardians of its kind and piercing secrets. He ate and drank only recently came out especially at night, where he liked to meet in heaven by heavenly smoke rings. He watched the whole life, and his chest complaint exhaling hollow of his love disappointed. This young stranger he had seen today, and whose beauty and grace had so impressed that he had the courage to go talk to him, as she was cruelly remained deaf to his feelings. So why the bloody wound that love installment in our hearts? I am just a toy winged god, what does he want from me? More blood, my life, my soul? I give him everything! I only make this ephemeral gift only show me this imperfect reflection in a Mirror illusions ... As my sweet dreams are quickly went away - their sweetness to me now fatal and icy bite of reality embraced the condemned that beats in my flesh.
Hermit I would - and free from vain desires, the treacherous charms, sycophants wonders, you will not deceive me more! I'll converse with Nature as a whole, including the adorable yet preserved virginity guarantee me this little Eden to me salvation. And, leaving his soul too full beading on his cheeks delicate tears, he immersed himself in his silk sheets, which softens the comforting caress his sentence.
And suddenly he farted.
Edmond was not a being like others. Everything in his being sang his praise, and his steps were like guided by a heavenly will, he should receive, as the soft murmur of Destiny, whispering in the depths of his thought. We could recognize his features for its promising destiny - also, like the great minds of the past, Byron, Shelley, Chateaubriand, and other major hapless romantic, beautiful eyes and pure melancholy always seemed to rise to heaven in a charming petition, and statue of his nose, his thin mouth, her delicate ears were the perfect image of the purity of his senses. Quivering in the slightest breeze, sighing with sweet scents of autumn, releasing a small tear of the sweet contemplation of his piano, he was the world more than anyone else. And the world seemed to have been created only to be perceived by him as his acute sensitivity and was attentive to the little things that did; these sanctuaries were to be invisible to others who have walked blindly. But he spoke to them, called them and fed them as a divine nectar.
O sun, to which you weave your sacred lace ? The nymphs are no more, and our hearts are too impure ... This fiery crown caps with you my head is too big reward for the mortal I am. O butterfly messenger ephemeral creature of shadow and light, as the wind blows your wings of my dreams and in a sea of glitter on your door you do not wave my respects to your friend alabaster: Moon in your womb I'll feed my designs, and j'abreuverai my thirst ... May the kingdom of Hades sound of your sweet melody - O temple of the eternal, how exquisite and soft repose that would be!
He spoke little to those he skirted that body, and did not interfere much with the triviality of their lives. Did they speak of the time, the meal they had done, or what they had brought from hunting they spoke of their petty worries, their secular celebration, their coarse emotions, it does could hear a loud crash vain. He also avoided as possible, and went to seek other companions in the wild, dumb and loyal friends, eternal guardians of its kind and piercing secrets. He ate and drank only recently came out especially at night, where he liked to meet in heaven by heavenly smoke rings. He watched the whole life, and his chest complaint exhaling hollow of his love disappointed. This young stranger he had seen today, and whose beauty and grace had so impressed that he had the courage to go talk to him, as she was cruelly remained deaf to his feelings. So why the bloody wound that love installment in our hearts? I am just a toy winged god, what does he want from me? More blood, my life, my soul? I give him everything! I only make this ephemeral gift only show me this imperfect reflection in a Mirror illusions ... As my sweet dreams are quickly went away - their sweetness to me now fatal and icy bite of reality embraced the condemned that beats in my flesh.
Hermit I would - and free from vain desires, the treacherous charms, sycophants wonders, you will not deceive me more! I'll converse with Nature as a whole, including the adorable yet preserved virginity guarantee me this little Eden to me salvation. And, leaving his soul too full beading on his cheeks delicate tears, he immersed himself in his silk sheets, which softens the comforting caress his sentence.
And suddenly he farted.
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