The day was sunny and hot the hottest summer in the city view from there ten years for sure. The sunshine 'horizon, softly colored in red the distant sea, corrupting even the heavens that it was now a pale orange. The clouds stood motionless, waiting to be hidden from 'darkness that was lurking, ready to replace the sun, in the task to distinguish between day and night, waking from sleep. At that time, however, this did not matter: everything was in harmony contrast, at that time the dark and light coexist in an 'alliance of light and shadow reflected on the earth, changing reflections and making the most perfect place imaginable.
This was the sunset, the old man who lived on the hill that overlooked the city was magnificent.
now elderly hermit who was left with faster and faster, approaching the greatest adventure, one that now most ardently wished, the 'beginning of an' other life, probably, a big change, however, that it did awaken from the life that now she had lived for too long. The 'hermit had always wanted to die at a time like that, where there might be afraid of anything, let alone something that could have happened sooner or later. He had to wait too long, the 'beginning of the time.
Moreover it would be like when you said the pale moon and reached the realm of sleep, from which he would be awakened on that occasion.
That moment never much anticipated and feared, had finally arrived, and the old man had lasted a little longer ', so you can see for a' last time that fantastic view.
many other great sunsets would see again after that time? Might as well enjoy its sunset until the last and he was sure it was just his life because of those who are servants of the time and going on without a definite destination hasten the succession of days and years, could not stop a moment to observe everything that happened. The men-slaves, which accelerate both the time and that both were afraid of what would have happened eventually. But he was not the case, he lived on those moments. That would be his last meal and would be the most fascinating of all the others. A meal filled with emotions which there was only aware of him ...
And those emotions were his bread, the emotions that should direct the existence of all men, youth and old age that would negate the world and that those, like the old man had colored the sunset ...
E. Bignardelli
The last sunset by Emanuele Bignardelli is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 Italy License .
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