The boy and the dog...
...a dream by the lake.
He was someone between a boy and a man.
The boy was curious about the world and the man was an artist.
Together they where one and travelled arround the world searching for his muse, which he would found along the way.
This boy had a dog and the dog followed the man everywhere with an incredible devotion that only he could give and protected him from any harm.
And together they seemed to be one and alone they trotted arround the globe looking for inspiration.
But one day the boy who was a man, happened to be tired and he took a rest from his endless walk trough the road, wich he believed would lead him to perfection.
And the dog he did too as he was the man`s shadow and his unique companion in this life...
The boy was curious about the world and the man was an artist.
Together they where one and travelled arround the world searching for his muse, which he would found along the way.
This boy had a dog and the dog followed the man everywhere with an incredible devotion that only he could give and protected him from any harm.
And together they seemed to be one and alone they trotted arround the globe looking for inspiration.
But one day the boy who was a man, happened to be tired and he took a rest from his endless walk trough the road, wich he believed would lead him to perfection.
And the dog he did too as he was the man`s shadow and his unique companion in this life...
Sukie disse em 10/01/2005
5 Comments:
depois de ler isto... apenas te digo que tens de ler o timbuktu, do paul auster. é uma história muito similar (pa nao dizer igual!!)
A sério? Que pena. Imaginei o texto enquanto fazia uma pequena sesta e pensava ser totalmente original...já não há mais nada para inventar, tá tudo inventado. Fiquei curiosa com o livro, vou tentar ler.
Apetecia-me estar ali... e com aminha Chupetinha perto de mim! Mas sem ser pelos motivos do texto.. No rumo que desejo já eu vou... apenas me falta conseguir chegar ao destino!
Bjs
tb me lembrei do timbuktu, do P. auster!curiosamente é dos livros que menos gostei...
mas é uma história de companheirismo!
As tuas sestas estão produtivas!
Força, não desanimes.
Bj
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