Odysseus closed his eyes and let her hair swaying in the breeze bronzíneo. It was soft and dense, but not charged as the real summer sun but stroking the lethargy of the Mediterranean in June. Moreover, it was at night, even with closed eyes could feel it, involute and secret. I felt her fingers combing dark, hidden among the sea breeze. He could hear his vast shadow, extended, sensually rubbing waves, swaying rhythmically as if dancing to a silent song. Odysseus opened his eyes, and was surprised by the light that filled the gloom. About him, he observed, Nix stars shone with poder of the Gods.
Looking down, looked at Ponto. His boat was floating almost ethereal about saltwater fish home and secret realms. And before him water. And on its sides, water, like after himself. Where to look, infinitely extended water to mix with black and ebony Heaven. But first, where only shadows dwell now, he knew he had been the island that had so moved. Ithaca, his home, his reason, end of his journey, he had vanished. And looking at the island where Atlantis vacant, Odysseus, who resembled the gods by his body andintellect, he learned that Ithaca itself had decided to disappear, and that beyond the obstacles that had slowed and retained, the obstacles they had saved, this was unexpected ma ; s beyond their wits and their skills: Ithaca lacked jurisdiction.
Odysseus thought again, closing his eyes again, in their torments. He thought of the great Poseidon, angry at the hero for the long haul, having it killed Polyphemus, the Cyclops son of Lord of the Seas, in Aeolus, Quie No wind had given him, and Helioscows. He thought of the sacrifices, he thought of the unknown forces taken place, the allies along the way lost. He thought of Scylla and Charybdis in Hell and Tiresias, in the lotus eaters and the Laestrygonians. He thought all he had fought at all because he had fought. Circe thought in Calypso, in Nausicaa and the Sirens singing beautiful and terrible death. Odysseus reminded, once again, the dream cast, hosted hope, happiness sucked. A feeling of power of a thousand stars through his body, but it was not anger, hatred or sorrow. Well, maybe a little pain. Or, more exactamente, disappointment. This was not what I expected, but could accept this unexpected turn of events and circumstances. She opened her eyes and look up.
- You owe me a soul! He shouted to the Cosmos.
His disappointment well deserved to be compensated.
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