Shortly after, my dream or vision took me to a large cave where spoke the following invocations: Lord, see, Lord, hear!, Lord, that walk!.At the end, and between fumes and mists, emerged people with unrecognizable faces neither alive nor dead-, which zambulleron in huge tubs all sang and praised the God of all religions. So ended our night, the night of the torches, Mr Zepol. Do you think, indeed, that someone will support our extraordinary experiences? Call me liar, liar, exaggerated though I possess a positive witness: my comrade Naybet, told me. Nobody will propagate these insults against you and the dog, muchachote, I told him. Di, trumpets and disseminates all and each one of the images which you have witnessed. Everything is so wonderful, it should certainly not be silent. But do it as if it were a game, i.e., neither lie, not even the truth you describe, or explain, not even You dialogues you will have to serve this stratagem that never fails.
Tell your teacher, if possible, put I a small writing – like duties for House-: a story. Well, as such narrative your imagination will take rein to be able to elaborate, and as well, the whole world will know your unique and unrepeatable experience. Speak of your story, no one will believe it but everyone will be spokesmen of the same, everyone will be spokesmen for the night of the torches. It will be like an act of love towards those who live contemplating the horrors of war, etc. More never without love you’ve describe it (up to poor stray dogs need a few crumbs of love keep on living). I ran into an old friend (good girlfriends, that one done before), who told me: because when I turn off the light from the bedside table, in order to sleep a few hours (with my age are few hours of sleep I take, only five or six), my brain that never sleeps and coming out of the dark night of my thoughts(, between dreams and reveries, he spoke to me: to) fish thousand color; ((b) of the woman murdered by his girlfriend without that nobody puts an effective solution to these violent deaths, and c) of WWII that shakes the five continents of the globe, because I am alone! Back, and when I am at my house, about one o’clock in the morning, I only hear the noise to the passage of the latest cars – the wheels..