"Constants and perpetual will linger of the willows along the rushing of the nostrils become commoner without showing any shame. Why is it that you have granted to the public without thinking of hiding them? You will have no forgiveness of your sins, in so doing, I keep in mind, I hope. No, no, do not worry if you do not breath out of your dead bodies do not know that the holy mother of all. It 's so that we ruined their lives without knowing it. It has never been easier to show leniency to the voices we hear inside. Hit your hearts you will get back with ferocity and sprinkle salt on open wounds, but almost everything will be done when you hug your loved ones for almost a last time. "
Sitting cross-legged on the red carpet of her living room, master Kandahai left out as were his thoughts, words impurities leaving your body more slowly, and thinned out. Soon he would remain silent, in his mind. He watched the moon painted by her sister, who now thought to be there, he was sure, without suffering from the distance that separated them. "We are always side by side. E 'feeling, not the body, have to be close, and the words and actions are not among us. By the time we were close we said all the money and a little 'superfluous, from now on that counts is knowing that you have to share a silence. " The sound of the bell
wounded him annoyingly. "I need time to change this ringtone, sounds like a stab. Indeed, I should remove it altogether.
He rose reluctantly went to the door is
A Moroccan. With rugs on their shoulders. He cursed as usual his curiosity.
"Hello, sir, look at that beautiful carpets of Morocco"
"No thanks, I'm Indian and I take them from my country"
"Well, then brother you know the value of the carpet. Look, look at this, what colors, a hundred thousand nodes cm, only a hundred euro. Just think if it's Italian workers, including union fees and contribute to pay one thousand euros "
" Here, too you've got it with the unions. You know the story of Iqbal Masih? It was an Indian, they killed him at age thirteen, he struggled to free the slaves of his peers work to carpets. There you have you. The union tappetari?
"For heaven's sake! Master kill me. "
" Behold, the better, so I do not sounds the bell. Go, go, I have to do. "
" What should you do with bare feet? "
" But think you, I do my business and I also look at his feet. "
"I look at my feet because I look at the carpet"
"Because ... sorry, repeat a bit ', and what what are you doing? "
" I look up because I look at carpets "
" So. Calm. Now you tell me first why you gave the article "the" and not now? "
" But, really? In short, Ugh ... Okay, I'm not a Moroccan, I speak so because it is easier to sell. I am also a graduate in letters, if you really want to know. "
" But you look at it. Get your ass for the next "
" But as a definition for a ride. And 'marketing. Why, the White, then? And the White Dash?
"Okay, okay. So selling out 'sti Moroccan rugs? "
" But Morocco, all'Apsella make them with the Chinese "
" Ah but then there is also a lie, but marketing "
" If this is better than the Persians, these. Indestructible. "
" But think a bit '. And how much will cost you? Ten euro at most "
" E 'Voja. It should be good that page just now, the Chinese, me mo costs thirty € "
" Okay, I give you forty €, give me this blue. "
" What, you buy it? "
" And certainly, I seek the truth when I meditate. It is not easy to find, but it is important to look around, even in objects. Oil paintings made by those who know. Crafts. But no matter the value of things, what matters is how much truth they contain. And when I find I want to keep with me. Meditating on this rug will make me feel closer to the truth. Keep your forty € and go in peace, brother "
" Thank you. Thank me But you too, brother. The truth forty euro is not much. "
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