Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Watch Brazillian Waxing Free

The story of Jacob






Nobody knew where it was done by Jacob when he refused to fight.
There were those who said that he had died, who was said to have embarked on a long journey, those who said that it was reduced to being little more than a bum.
The truth is that they are all right.
Jacob was dead, had died in his old leather that had taken off like a snake.
now wandered The world apparently aimlessly, with no desire or direction.
Since he refused to fight were many things that his eyes had seen the tall white mountains, deep valleys, wetlands, deserts and forests more red than green.
Since then, most had not cut his hair, not carrying neither shield nor sword, and was wearing a torn dress, brown and purple. His days not spent the same as before, were now completely new and frighteningly unpredictable. knew that every single day could die for the attack of a bear or for a foreigner too aggressive, he also knew that every day could suffer hunger or thirst, cold and loneliness, yet it never happens. Not because no escaping these fears, and they had no reason to chase.
Jacob had learned a lot watching that ran through the streets day after day, he had learned to listen to the song of the stars, that only very few hear, he learned to speak the language of water that murmurs and again, that of the earth who speaks to the silence, the air whispering in the ears fast, and the crackling of the fire that his wisdom.
He had learned the language of the world, and making This had learned the language himself, his inner stars, water, land, air and fire flowing in your body and in his veins.
It had been many moons since he had decided not to fight, and that time the world was his teacher and had met many people in his way and he had loved many women as they love cats.
Now the world wanted him to go through a desert, had long since learned to listen and to accept the advice and the stories they told him, and so one night he decided to enter the desert of Morgana.
penetrated the edge of the desert when the crescent moon was high in the sky, and the snakes come out to hunt up its own prey, then lay on the highest dune and slept under the curious eyes of the starry sky.
Jacob was already awake when the sun had crossed the border mountains, and took his bundle walked 'to the heart of the desert.
Only a fool would willingly penetrated toward the center of the desert in broad daylight, but Jacob was a fool because they do not comply with the laws of men or to those of the mind.
After hours of walking the sweat dripping over his eyes and prevented him from seeing what was around in then he stopped.
The landscape was monotonous, always large sand dunes orange wrapped in a sea of \u200b\u200blight and sand.
Jacob sat down and looked a shadow on the horizon.
He was a tall pretty much like him, and coming towards him. Only when he came up he realized that the man was wearing a heavy black robe, and his face the color of the pearl was not even breaking a sweat.
asked him who he was and he said, are the Death
His eyes were penetrating and blacks and seems to want to stick in those of Jacob.
spoke again and asked him if he wanted to challenge him, if he won he would spare his life, if he lost he would go with him.
Jacob thought about what happened to him during his life, his experiences and saw him like a river rushing through colorful, saw his childhood, his youth, his first love, he felt the warmth of the hot June sun and the winter cold that tempers the spirit. In his mind he saw his parents, his grandmother's smile, the swords of his companions and the sky when it rains and the sun shines.
His heart was full of life, his mind free, she realized that His eyes were wet, stood look death in the face and spread his arms horizontally to the chest showing the claws of the alien, without putting any resistance.
Death wield 'a long curved sickle and fired the shot with great force and determination in the chest.
Jacob heard the deafening roar of thunder, and found himself on the ground.
around him was no longer the desert, but the village from which the forest was gone. His clothing was torn on the chest but his body was not injured.
In his right hand clutching a golden key.
realized that all men are immortal.

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