Will arrive this quiet afternoon?, said to him that nice girl.

The river was calm and some couples were there, waiting the sounds of water, the cold stream  without strings.

It was so late; the bear had discovered the honeycombs and this nice and wild animal wouldn’t lose his favorite food, especially now, that he knows that everyone would arrive alone, every family had decide to eat away the others. They would be afraid; only he expected and helped their anxieties, to obtain their sweet taste.  That summer is was so hot in contrast to the cold water that, in the last time, a lot of trees drew the magician forest that was so immense to hide their own small holdings, world closed where the insatiable bear, step by step, had introduced his rules to divide them and eat their precious honey.

Time was his best allies, each other found out rows, ways, but when they were tired, they looked at the cave of bear that played with his teddy bear, fun to watch in the documentaries but with relentless actions to obtain his target

Knowing the end of those helpless dreamers, their patience, and our bear drove them, two hundred meter downstream. There, now and hours later, these couples known those standing water, where the river had lost its footsteps, full of adventures; now, it would be a putrid liquid that dreamed to imitate a emerald passion of the rebel days. Stately trees were lying, drowned in an unnecessary omnipresence. Insubstantial substitutes dressed in deep water, sad colleague, dark bog where our bear easily retained their blindness without hope.

Some couple, sometime, went out and they waited other opportunity, it was only the way to other swamp.

That afternoon had arrived but the brushes slept, trapped in the empty eye sockets. Those couples who waited to swim in fluids of water traveling, were disoriented in a beloved place before.

Our couple needed to see eagles, tireless travelling; get away of lifeless views