Astrolabe 
He looked this morning like every day Central giant window that building. As if it were a rite of release for a long time his eyes rested on the pavement far ... brought coffee to his lips in the daily routine and there was leaning on the glass in their area of \u200b\u200bmurky ink was impossible to imagine a more cruel torment a life destined for closure.
watched people walking down the sidewalk and was surprised again the smallness of human being, breathed deeply and closed his eyes when he began to feel a rumor known, as the sound of waves pounding on ears and chest the embers of a dream immemorial.
no surprise and suddenly shaken by an earthquake sprinkling salt hidden face looked up and saw that all was in place. He tried to stare at the horizon, surrounded by tall buildings and then eventually stopped all the time he wanted, and be led by that dream so real guided by maps of his power, he saw himself as evoking memories of a trip.
there was then in the middle of the city, as in a desired spell, was suddenly out of time on a ship, his hands and his eyes looked around as if to convince himself of the reality of his vision, but actually began to fade in the midst of a powerful vortex of salt and ocean ... I could not see buildings or desks or sidewalks crowded ... only his ship, the vast ocean, and he commanded a rudder.
He wondered if this would be another of his many dreams to escape from there, so real, so sound, until finally, like reciting aloud the last lines of a goodbye letter still kept his eyes fixed on some point horizon.
And so decided to take that flight and realized he would not return.
was given entirely to the fascinating adventure of taming the waters to sail further offshore than nothing. Took the helm and set out to sail the ocean violent as a mythical creature, like an animal sea \u200b\u200bwith all the desires that fit between a bow and stern ... and sailed passion because passion was over he owned, sailed drowned in his own fervor and accustomed to their invisibility did nothing but laugh out loud in the midst of furious outbursts of water to enjoy in this marvelous reality following the course of stars beginning to shine in the brilliance of the night and saw in them the designated route of his strange journey ...
and sailed, sailed smiling at the wonder and magic and all the dreams of the world, sailed to daylight popping the water against the sky, feeling angry at the smell of the waves the magnificence of his madness, dissolving in the rough surf all the miseries of their pains and sailed into the quiet night to feel so alone in the silence of the stars recovering from his own happiness, sailed by joining the pieces of his story disjointed cradled in the gentle waves on the border lost the ocean ...
And saw happen to all women who had loved and all the children who never have and all the cities would ever know, sailed over the gold of the night, sailed violent dancing with the turbulent ocean to carry who knows what port the ravages of his heart.
seemed beyond all, untouchable, and his face was something I had to draw more to do with happiness than with madness, he seemed only to that moment, as if all its previous existence had vanished and the sea had awakened just knowing all the rituals, myths and secrets of the world, denying prudence face the ocean of pearls that inspired a supernatural courage.
And so it went sailing upwind along the course of the waves drunk prisoner and free feeling that spell without explanation and heart drowned in this sea of \u200b\u200bsilence.
Nobody knew well how much did your dream when he began to laugh like a madman in the virtuosity that he marveled at the world that seemed centuries away, seemed to have dissolved just looking at the sky in its infinite calm the waves oscillate like a pendulum drowned in his delirium and who saw him in that smile I could feel some vestige of tenderness in the midst of his loneliness unconditional and perfect.
And so paralyzed in the torpor of their sacrifice and inspired by their frenetic madness finally found in the midst of chaos the perfect order, that he had long coveted, that it could not be casual. Confused
then with the sound of thunder dark horizon with sea salt from stinging their eyes, the smile and the sun shimmering on the skin sticking finally breathed a sigh of release off toward the window of its central building with an eye on the horizon yet evaporated.
Even with the lengthy time he heard the cries warning him or rubbing of the glass cutting the skin and giving it one step further into the magnetism of that sea awful color mirror, smiled, happy with the constellation of their lives gathered at the precise moment, laughing in the joy of his delirium, he fell into the void to vent at last in the madness of the sea all the tears from his chest.
(Green, Lernia Beule) 
