Two towns

Today, He doesn't know the winner, if he had to decide very fast, he would love to travel that North country that he had visited for three days, some years ago. That town fulls of dragons, clowns, dreamers but those days, he had discovered that nice girl who played a collective game with the fresbee, under a sweet rain that relaxed his nervous mind or those two young students who played a natural golf in the middle of the old town.

He had run those days around the wall of the town and also outside, he had discovered a nice hill where small lake helped nice swan to draw the beauty of the dawn. The silence flooded that noisy city and now, if he had to choice a town to study, he would think about those moments but he would also know that he needed the agitation of creativity, people whose he would try to learn developing of the bodies, minds, and he also needed to learn open his chains, althought he understood that he would travel always with its.

Then, that morning full of questions, his memory was lulled for the positive arms whom he had been given his tired spirit.

Now, his ghost was the money, the same who played ruin, depraved beings, found incompetent in their previous works, but faifhtul and blind followers of their masters.

It would be a time to break some shackle. Now it wasn't necessary look at a uncertain future that was being drawns by other beings.

If that cold water hit those past years, he would try to come up with his little strength in a small boat that will help to discover islands where he was finding the swetness

And that other town was in his impossible heart