disclose what is inherent behind whatever symbol or motion of the existence. I know that you will never be satisfied yourself with to simply have faith, to submit you and to leave to bring you from a person that it loves yourself and that it desires the good of both. I know that my supplications won't be enough for making to keep silent your greed to see what to this grotesque event is under. Your essence will never surrender the rudder of your existence to my parsimonious hands, even for few brief days. Then, unwillingly for you and with mine immense relief, finishes here this to whine and these creeping blandishments that so much few me they are suitable him. My dear Saint, I love you deeply and everything that that I will do will be for us. It is not for making you a blame and of certain I won't deprive you of something irreplaceable, at least, not forever. Alas, yes, unfortunately I will force you not to do something and it is for me a depth pain to limit your liberty, believe me. But before you will accept yours new condition and before you will allow me to make you understand my decisions. Don't think about being able to be already able to understand what I will want to tell you. That of which I will make you edotto, can know him/it only with the heart, thanks to the feelings that not only wind our bodies, but also our souls. You believe only in the rationality and the intuitions, but yours to feel is debit, you don't absolutely lend listening to the other part of you. You are the exact one contrary of the common human beings. They melt him and they splash about in the feelings, totally deaf to whatever intuition them can touch. You, hover instead you to seven meters high from all of them, and never, even for an instant, you go down to sink your hands in the damp earth to rejoin you to one of your two origins. My dear genius, you, at least until when you will be also a human being, you belong for half to the sky and for the other half to the earth, therefore I will do in way to force to live you those inscrutable feelings that circulate under to your pale ivory skin."
Saint, that was restarting to take conscience of his/her own body hot tempered proruppe to the admonishment of Dafne:
"That you know about this alive ch'io inside? You believe that doesn't know the sharp taste of the naked earth, but you mistake you of big. If you knew something on the motions of the substances and above all around four elements you would stop speaking at random of feelings and intuitions. Something from you have learned him to me, but don't you believe that you should go down from your pedestal of haughtiness to really understand as the things they work? The feelings belong to the body, while the intuitions are what purely destined to the Spirit, but among these poles there is a continuous exchange that mixes them among them and it uninterruptedly regenerates them. The element water is one of the keys that it totally allows this miracle for you dark. It imbues him some earth for then to evaporate in sky and to deliver to the entity spiritual the quintessences of the immanent world, which celestial entities pour in it their imprint. Whenever every rains, down here we receive the gifts of the spiritual world. They permeate every thing and they are the cause of the life and the development of all the beings and the things that surround us. They represent the order of the nature, the oneness of every form and every present motion on this earth."
Dafne, offense and incapable to beat, it went out of the door from which you/he/she had entered without not even deigning him/it of a look. Well soon Saint succeeded in starting sitting and to move the braccias benumbed by the long immobility. Few instants and it was standing again. The rashness of its words was not then so much in line with its thought. After all he trusted Dafne, it was the only person really illuminated that you/he/she had known in his/her life. Everything the to do of her was nearly fruit of a way to be reasoned not, but its instinct made her/it a to be superior, able to develop his/her own abilities in impressive way.
Why had she ever forced him/it in that condition? Thing he concealed under? Which reasonable inconfessabile motive could have reached to break their perfect cohabitation? The doubts that attacked Saint, however, didn't succeed in stopping its need of independence that pushed him/it to immediately break the stakes ch'ella you/he/she had tried to fix in its existence. It opened the door from which poc'anzi had disappeared its carceriera and it took the exit. You/he/she was invested by the full obscurity. For different time it was immovable to fix the void so that his/her eyes they got used to the dark, but this didn't happen. There was not even a crack on the other side that it made to slip out at least a thread of light. In the meantime the door from which you/he/she had entered him was closed. You/he/she suffered a sudden anxiety when he/she didn't succeed in finding her/it in that obscurity anymore. It started to wander gropingly, feeling her smooth walls of that place that in his/her mind plain pian took the semblances of a long corridor. That house knew her/it well. You/he/she would be waited, going out, the ample saloon surrounded by the bossy windows, follows then from the long corridor that offered an indefinite quantity of doors to the sight and, accordingly, of rooms. Had possible succeeded in making to camouflage so much the planimetria of the house? Yet the walls didn't seem at all of cartongesso. Dafne had available an army of workers to modify her scenes of his/her existential shows, but to build to that speed, was humanly impossible. unless, during his/her state of irresponsibility, you/he/she had not been brought by everything other part. The floor that him he introduced under to the feet it was of the same material of the walls. That corridor seemed endless, it continued to advance without finding an end. After very to wander seated in earth. At that time, warning the cold on the gluteis of that that to the touch it seemed pits marble, taken conscience to have remained, from when you/he/she was waked up again, naked for the whole time. The corridor surely introduced a circular form, the entrance or the entrances they probably had the possibility of alone access from the outside. Saint finally started to rationally reflect on where it was and as you/he/she could go out of that dark. Shortly after crouched in earth, in fetal position, he surrendered to a deep sleep.
To his/her awakening it attended him/it a banquet elegantly prepared with varied delights, prepared for two. He was extended on a soft cloth of violet velvet, his/her nudities wound in a refined person white tunic of flax. The stranger's architecture room in which was reawakened you/he/she was disclosed here and there just by the lucore of aromatic shed candles, sustained by the nobility of silvery candelabra of ancient invoice. Dafne, the diabolic and beautiful queen, by now absorbed in the new role of personal his/her carceriera, you/he/she had sat to the opposite side of the prepared table and, patiently it attended the awakening of his/her table companion, decorated by a light white mantle, kept adherent to the body thanks to three bejeweled pins, that, you stop to the two extremities of the fabric, respectively one to the height of the breasts, the other to that of the stomach and the last as soon as above the pube, it constituted the only his/her coverage. Saint got up from earth and him it went to sit on the vacant chair in front of the countess.
"To that game bushels playing? Where do you want to arrive? Could grab you for the neck now and to put an end to this unpleasant imprisonment!"
"This supper, my love, marks the beginning of our Royal marathon through all the dimensions of the time. We will be every time catapulted in new situations, we will live the stories of the most disparate characters, we will have available places and physical people to the service of our worlds. I don't want, however, that to decide our destinations both only me. To every goal it covers, every time that will conclude him one existential experience of ours, you will have available a notebook and a pen whether to be able to express your desires. In this way you won't need your fictitious astral trips anymore to know the possibilities and you insert him some existence. You can move without abandoning your body, and together, in meat and bones, we will live all the mixed intuitions to the real feelings."
"You are forcing me to undertake something with which I don't have any intention to report me. I already participated in your insane performances, they had a good time, and I liked to notice your ability in the immedesimarti in other worlds and the enjoyment
that you tried in to surprise me. Don't believe, however, ch'io can give up this to which my Spirit fervently inhales. I am naturally suited to escape in other dimensions and the crumbs that you can ever give not sfameranno to my body the voids abysses in me that they will plentifully attend the endless ether that the spiritual dimension droplet. I don't accept your proposal and I won't be partecipe of none of your childish imaginations!"
Dafne stiffened him, as if suddenly the Terror in person had taken possession of its soul while its expression tried to dissimulate the cold that petrified its face.
"It is all right, yours to say has baited a new clause that will complicate terribly our future. If I/you had accepted my proposal we would have been able to decide from king what you/he/she would have owed us to surround, our roles and select qualsivoglia you/he/she would be introduced during our experiences. I am not the malefic snake of the valley of the Eden, that proposes you the ghost of the endless wisdom of God through the illusion of a fool knob. I am the Eva redeemed