The cell was so dark I could barely see Corsicarsa face peer who had suffered the same fate, at first but eventually spoke the words were transformed into whispers, the murmurs in spaced cries and finally silence. " get used to everything " thought the Man of War, as he watched a new dead body was removed from the cold, damp prison to take it to another well and even with the same depth.
A year later, without explanation, he was taken away and released him. Corsicarsa thought he recognized the face of his companion but could not see clearly, the sun, but not very strong, dazzled his dilated pupils and forced closure to keep your eyes half closed and head bowed. Lying on the floor, his body looking for the same position it was in the dungeon and feet together as if they were still bound in handcuffs, this man had turned his pride in a set of nothing, of what had been a powerful and popular usually only a helpless beggar was that few agreed and generated so sorry that by her side always fell a little food with which to continue the day.
This was the Man of War during a time when the days were so equal that accumulated with each other, or had, just passed not exist. One day, without cause or reason, he got up and started walking. He walked to his forces were disbanded and the bruised foot pain was unbearable. The last time I turned to look back, hate that place looked so small as he wished that he were in his memory, he wanted to escape from their misery, but misery, like history, and constantly seeks always greeted him behind a bearded face and tangled messy and smelly tons of dirt that covered her body from the rags.
As the decision of his departure, just as suddenly one day toilet, got new clothes and was used in a woodcutters hut.
old working in the cabin of his companions, who had formed the militia of the army and that once he professed a profound admiration and were thus unable to recognize the overall, behind the remains of a man who had at his side, one of them dared to suggest the likeness, but denied Corsicarsa . At first they stayed away from the rest of the loggers, but gradually came closer to them and thus he learned what had happened in his year of absence.
A year later, without explanation, he was taken away and released him. Corsicarsa thought he recognized the face of his companion but could not see clearly, the sun, but not very strong, dazzled his dilated pupils and forced closure to keep your eyes half closed and head bowed. Lying on the floor, his body looking for the same position it was in the dungeon and feet together as if they were still bound in handcuffs, this man had turned his pride in a set of nothing, of what had been a powerful and popular usually only a helpless beggar was that few agreed and generated so sorry that by her side always fell a little food with which to continue the day.
This was the Man of War during a time when the days were so equal that accumulated with each other, or had, just passed not exist. One day, without cause or reason, he got up and started walking. He walked to his forces were disbanded and the bruised foot pain was unbearable. The last time I turned to look back, hate that place looked so small as he wished that he were in his memory, he wanted to escape from their misery, but misery, like history, and constantly seeks always greeted him behind a bearded face and tangled messy and smelly tons of dirt that covered her body from the rags.
As the decision of his departure, just as suddenly one day toilet, got new clothes and was used in a woodcutters hut.
old working in the cabin of his companions, who had formed the militia of the army and that once he professed a profound admiration and were thus unable to recognize the overall, behind the remains of a man who had at his side, one of them dared to suggest the likeness, but denied Corsicarsa . At first they stayed away from the rest of the loggers, but gradually came closer to them and thus he learned what had happened in his year of absence.
