“How are you Jorge?”
“How one could be.”
They believed they had done the salutation with this. Enduring the silence, Ralph’s eyes shrunk from intermittent thoughts. Polyphony of waves and shadows; the hooks are under the conscious. An alternative of foreboding and hopelessness. The child who was now watching them just returned his tongue from the short-term emergence from its burrow, in which it usually dries curiosity. Bitterness melted the overflowing sugar, Jorge wiped the sweat from his hands. The agony was long and accompanied by three curses.
Below the men in expectation, in a triangle between the two sides of the waterfront along the coast and mountain slopes - in the realm of transparency, a jellyfish flickered and wavered between wariness and diluted observations. Contemplating abandonment, a voice mixed with water said, "Aeternitas est merum hodie, est inmediata et lucida fruition rerum infinitarum. Premely, we should not doubt the polemical importance Trinity ".
Then, in just 880 milliseconds, she slowly began to interweave their tentacles.
When she saw the hook - which could gradually turn its silver glow into trembling brutality - the jellyfish tried nothing at all.
Everything was slowing down now, like in early hangovers - if the creature is not created, nor will it disappear will it always exists and be eternal? - they were killing her, now dragging her closer to them, and she still did not know she was dying just to repeat the scene.