Three chairs are in the last room of the palace of the Kingdom of imaginary flight. Is this really a rather isolated country, which can only be reached by a single road. It is a narrow road, since few people driving by. But wide enough to fit a bike of these German-style World War II, who had a compartment for it to be someone sitting on the right side, if you look from front, left, if we take into account the driver.
It is also possible to arrive by sea. The ships anchored in the bay during rainy nights in the dim lights are only on the coast, and when seen from viewpoints to reach the yellow, wooden boats depart in search of the few passengers and few things that local people seem to need. The port has several decaying warehouses in one day were stacked dozens of boxes that arrived from around the world. Today you can find them almost empty, and days of rain drops filter walls and ceilings. Old
colored bus routes run through the hills of earth and a kingdom in which his toy does not know computer games or heavy water pistols. They are soldiers of lead, red double-decker buses, and wrists of thousands of types and colors. Little girls are not many, as not many people are there, use blue vintage dress that would be regarded as something very strange for young people from other parts of the world, but the grandmothers would understand perfectly.
this strange place people come as Malevo, who played and lost, for it never returned. How to get there is neither simple nor cheap, people who have adopted it as their land tell strange stories about how he managed to arrive. Some say with a certain firmness and admiration, robbed banks to pay such a long journey.
(In fotolog.com / elpoleno of July 19, 1996)
Where did I leave the words?
Greetings.
