She was soaring among the clouds and thoughts, seeking a balance that almost never failed to provide security and stability. So moved
every step with the patience of the parent and the parsimony of the landowner. ... Slowly, his every muscle contraction that would have elaborated the movement towards the goal or towards the abyss.
He could not help but also because of the danger recognize him as such. So it was normal for her to walk in balance, between the heights of heaven, dribbling the sighs of the people who have held their breath in order to avoid the blast, possible difficulties that could compromise the path.
his strange destiny: to remain so high to vibrate, transmitting the wave to the rope to balance the swing from the rope itself. That excitement spread throughout his body stiffening whiskers and freezing the meat dripped blood from the heart with a controlled pace.
had left the bar because his fingers were free to move. Fondling each gust of wind, measured force and intensity. With them, hang on invisible to a handrail grasped firmly and continue to get support on the free cable uncertain the unpredictable.
Often his thoughts had left her alone to face the path of life, step by step, she said to herself that the reason does not exist and that the truth behind ... .. a thread! And to those who were shouting against the questions to ask her how she remain poised lady replied white balance "..!!" wrong ... so smile to everybody even if some do not always understand that boundary to distinguish a narrow path from imperfect another absolutely perfect.
people contemplating the miracle of not falling: But remain stable hidden pitfalls ... the burden of increased expectations of centimeter, and arrived at a point of great confusion .. as the crowd shared his thoughts in those who wished to see it saved and those less frequent, in assisting his curious dash.
always win the first. She was divine, with the form so slender, graceful and elegant, sinuous and provocative. Revolved gestures and words in a strange orchestration that moved the feelings that consciousness.
He never looked down to check the distance between the soles of his feet and the ground. Not to fear, but for the simple reason that her instincts did not perceive or dizziness abyss he felt a solution of continuity between his body and everything around her and this feeling was to deliver it to his feet.
The toe had taken a particular conformation to harpoon nearly as possible to wrap the cord and allow greater stability. His eyes focused on that thread motorway which contributes to a direction, a precise trajectory.
She needed to do the balancing act to find that part never been born, raised or owned by his way of being unbalanced. So he forced himself to challenge the precipice and the court.
In that walk over the top find a direction, a method, a way of life that accompanied it down later, in everyday life. One day he fell
...! A distraction
cost her the record. It was the first time ... the only one! It would never happen again because of his being he could not grant a similar error. He looked around and found attention. Everyone had stopped their run to observe a phenomenon in which they were accustomed. None wanted to comment on and amplify the fact.
So she got up ...! Conscious of not being able to challenge the balance without awareness. It began again.
said "Balance is the certainty surrounding the vacuum ... is knowing that he could not fill it all!" This went on his way on that one way he knew. The wire stretched between two pillars: the first and forever. The chaos and perfection. The rational and the fantastic. Inside the maze remained for ever in balance.
