The little knight's dream
Little Martin had a recurring dream.
In his dream Martin faked an Arthurian knight. He seated proud in the company of the brotherhood of the round table. Succor deeds unto others faltered not.
The dream, however noble and grand in nature, always ended on the same disturbing note. Someone always managed to discover the child beneath the shining armour, his secret revealed, and a knight no more.
Martin would wake time and again from his dream in tears. No matter his deeds of kind, his age betrayed unforgivingly.
One day Martin made a friend. His best friend.
The dream recurred thereafter only once, but differed ending. Instead of wakening to the shameful parting of armour and title, Martin gladly abdicated both and arose with pronounced levity.
posted by Invisible Man @ 4:28 PM
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3 Comments:
Ou "como a areia do rio se tornou o diamante da abelha".
O ser especial somos nós que o atribuímos : O afecto que tenho à minha velha túnica branca, indecente para usar em público, é imcomparável ao valor das pedras preciosas.
No entanto, TU és uma pedra preciosa,especial e rara, prestes a tornar-se na minha areia do rio.
3ª guerra mundial?
nahhhhh... Não é caso pra isso já: despachamos este assunto com apenas UM duelo - escolhe as armas!
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