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The man in the gray layer.

Once upon a time a woman who, when leaving a movie theater, instead of crossing the street and go home, was lost in a blue path. In this way looking for answers, asking questions, ran, jumped, fell and stumbled. In this way there were more people, all uphill walk along the side of a high mountain, and women felt less alone in their walk fatiguing. Among these people was a wearing a gray cloak, which covered his body and face, when asked, said he was covered because it was so gray inside and out. But the woman had seen a strange light green, sometimes when the man in gray was neglected, emerged from the shadows of his hood. An intense but short beam to illuminate the words that the man was writing on the stones that lined the road, and so those behind perdían.Guiados not by these words and stones hikers reached the summit. But the man in the gray layer, before reaching the turn, decided to divert his path and open a new as winter came and wanted to establish their home. Thus arrived at a clearing in the forest. The woman followed him, attracted by the steps of the man of the gray layer. Then the man pulled out from the folds of the layer a few books, and putting them on the floor, he began writing in the air, beautiful words, symbols, phrases, and a house began to take shape, a house full of furniture drawers, a home sandarac wooden walls, with stained glass windows, with many overstuffed sofas covered with blankets and warm, with a large fireplace in the center where they burned a man hoguera.El light gray coat pulled the hood of his face, and the woman saw where they were born strange and intense light green edges that had observed: born in the eyes of man, went straight from his heart, became entangled in his hands, his voice growing. The man smiled and left the door of his house open, knowing that his friends were going to sit on your couch, to leave gifts in the drawers, looking through the colorful windows, to carry firewood for the home. Since then, the woman visits the man in the gray coat and green eyes often because they know that their home will find what you want and need a couch to rest, a fire to behold, words to read, stained glass to brighten the air, and the hands of a friend who knows who knows silent, and who knows shaking hands to climb the rocks.

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