tramontalba At sunrise every sunset was:
when the sun vanished below the horizon, immediately re-awakening from the opposite side of this.
Life was extremely quiet, there was no urgency in the steps of the people, and everyone found time to stop and enjoy the ever changing light of dusk accompanied by the rebirth.
the setting of stars, the earth was filled with moisture, the flowers wept at its rising dew, and all the people found themselves suddenly sober and fresh, ready to enjoy another sunny day.
tramontalba But if life was a dream, it was true that the word dream had no meaning.
realize everything that was desired, the spirit of the magical place was experiencing a steady decline into decadence.
It was not anything visible or provable, but the hearts of the people were slowly graying, while continuing their activities more and more slowly, like a used car too. Slowly
alternated generations, and life became so slow that the sweepers were a single load of waste per week and families spending once a month.
spent all day in front of the mirror, looking at age under the weight of work and time, everyone, even young people stood before the mirror, but to boast of their beauty.
No one spoke to anyone.
couples are at the first encounter between a man and a woman. The works were
hurry by automatons in all respects similar to their manufacturers, all equal.
No longer stop watching the sunset, all in front of the mirror, with the sunset behind it, though invisible to them. Dawn
not more serene. The flowers were dried, the dirt was rampant, the ravenous hunger, death slowly spread his cloak over humanity.
No one knew, but their fate was already sealed.
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