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He was looking at a sunny window. He didnāt know what a window was. He thought it was a door and walked out. Time has stopped. Even if he had some notions about flying, he kept his wings in the pockets, and fell down. Now, the window he looked at is covered with a velvet curtain and his chair is moved facing the wall.
Afterwards, he learnt that you could feel the gravitation only up high.
However, it was a wonderful window.
She was looking at a waved mirror. Until then, she hasnāt seen such a strange mirror, she thought it was the ocean and jumped to swim in it. Time has stopped. The mirror couldnāt keep her inside and spitted her out, through the other side, the dark one.
Afterwards, she learnt that a mirror is only a thin layer of silver.
However, it was a wonderful mirror.
The Quantum Theory
I have already seen my dream you saw the other day. Suddenly, the sky has been covered with stars. Torrential rain has filled with life the arid deep wounds of the desert. Rivers and falls? Blue heavy drops. Giggling. Wet yellowish rocks breathing in their calcareous nests. And stars, jealous of the transparent rainbow, aligned in concentric circles around King Solomon, blowing diamond dust over our sweaty bodies. One song. No mouths, no faces, no cries, no tears. Enormous opened windows, marvelous hollow mirrors watching the flow of water.
The day I discovered that mirrors were made of silver.
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