The track was getting darker. Big drops of rain beat against the glass front of the car, covering with a thin film of water's smooth surface fast enough to keep the wipers in service only conduct its work efficiently. The road was hostile, protecting who knows what strange secret with sharp bends and sectors collapsed. The car proceeded relentlessly, recklessly, traveling at excessive speed. In a tight-run single channel, because the other had rolled down the hill in the recent rains, "the vehicle's rear rubber chewed the air, an instant after the driver closed his eyes momentarily. The thrill of the body to return to the path did not seem out of his stupor, on the contrary, the sound of falling rain, forced the engine noise, lulling the slight wobble in the irregularities of the road, the infinitely distant horizon lighted by occasional electric shocks all around him, dark and cold- somehow seemed sympathetic to the painful feeling, as dark as night enveloped the senses. Deep tears ran down his face, silently reporting of a wounded soul. Brake, accelerate, turn right or left, even the simple act of looking through the small rear view mirror, they were only conditioned reflexes. Quantities of memories invaded his mind. Some of the best witnesses of a past that seemed overshadowed by the remoteness in time. The rest, not so friendly, much more numerous, they tortured him mercilessly. But the worst were the repressed desires of the things that never came to fruition. Incomplete many, many not even started, how many dreams thrown in the trash! How cowardly had been all his life, while he himself was deceived by imagining the opposite! Just at that moment was truly conscious, to the depths of their bones, the unforgivable manner in which he had failed himself ...
Rain perpetuated. The freezing night belonged to the suffering of his soul, and seemed to accompany them with endless tears and inanimate. The car continued to advance into the deep bowels of the dark. The road remained unusually empty. Few drivers were reckless enough to take on their responsibility to control a vehicle in one night so broken as this, by a route so decomposed as night. But he could not much matter now. Too many problems absorbed their sanity: the departure of his wife, lover spurious, the long and fruitless waiting for the return, the inexorable sterility that prevented him from planting the seed of their offspring unpayable debts with the miserable salary of underemployed groups; everything, including his failing health, his weakness of character, his irreparable evil fate, absolutely everything, their dilapidated home, full of leaks and cracks throughout the fall, all the ruins, all the scraps of what once ancient times, there been a full life, full of dreams and dreams, the promise of eternal love, travel projects in remote places, of laughter and joy among the fleeting fantasies of alcohol, all pain, all anguish, all the fear-ever all-fell with crushing weight on his weary shoulders.
rain raged more and more. "This became storm," said the man, squinting his eyes, looking to improve the focus of a road that seemed to have disappeared. The darkness was wounded by the two sad lines of light emitted by the headlights ... A suddenly appeared shapeless. It was just a shadow, a small figure that was visible for only a tiny fraction second. The coup was inevitable. The driver was about to lose control of the vehicle to give a major swerve, he almost throws him off the road, where a black abyss expected. But it did not fall. After straightening the car, stopped and began slowly reversing. Wanted to know what had struck. While retreating, he thought of his bad luck that did not give truce. Pulled over the car as best he could, he felt all the hostility of the night to open the door, and went down with the heart stopping. A weak and pitiful groans came from a few meters ahead, but the deep darkness hid what was its origin. The man walked toward the source, with uncertain step, and heart, which just seconds ago was suffering from uncertainty, which was eventually broken completely. A wave of pain hit him first in the chest, then her eyes filled with tears that immediately, "and then spread throughout the body. At his feet, with half his body destroyed, lay a small brown dog, bathed in blood and guts, which, while moaning, looking at his executioner in all innocence. Tried to get up, but the hind legs did not seem to answer. The man could not avocados so much pain. Looking into the infinite darkness, feeling in his face as the cold mixed with rain drops tears spilling, shouted: "Why do you do this, God? Why did you put it on the road? Why this poor creature has to pay for my sins? ". He bent and held in his hands the head of the mortally wounded dog. This, as if forgiving to him who had caused so much suffering, humbly licked her hand. And not moaning. The pain of being alone and unprotected at the time of his death, torn, feeling like life was going, was isolated in the presence of these warm and merciful hands out of nowhere. The cry of man complemented the silent pain of the dog. Dog innocence erased all the old man's pain. Those no longer importing ... because of him, for his irresponsibility, for his terrible fate, the poor creature was suffering in his arms, and he, powerless, feeling the most miserable person of all mankind, accept the licks like daggers that wounded his heart to destroy it. A few seconds later, after some mild cramping and desperate, the dog's life was extinguished. The man stood there, beside the dead body for a long time, watering with tears wounds which had escaped the soul of the dog. Then, blinded by grief, stood up, holding the body in his arms, and rode in the car. After starting the engine, let the whole weight pose of despair on his right foot, in charge of the throttle. The engine roared, as if aware of the time, and shouting his determination to accept that proposition ... The wheels skidded on the wet pavement, and then transmitted to the body a blind thrust. The old road would remain forever the same, as the guardian of an indecipherable secret with its twists and dangers, but the man knew the only way possible to reach it, to achieve eternal peace at last, to reach a distant place where they can see the passions without being affected by them, the site where indifference, dark and cold as night, he would finally rest. The solution was always before his eyes ... The end of the road was not the end of the road. No. At the end of the road was only pain. The end of the road was quiet, eternal peace ... and in that distant place, timeless, uniquely human problems, in that place, where no consciousness, no pain, no pleasure, there in that dark place, could endure the martyrdom of an eternal soul ... Penetrate into the dark shadows steadily, holding "forever", a dog in his arms ... would come to his eternal ...
Rain perpetuated. The freezing night belonged to the suffering of his soul, and seemed to accompany them with endless tears and inanimate. The car continued to advance into the deep bowels of the dark. The road remained unusually empty. Few drivers were reckless enough to take on their responsibility to control a vehicle in one night so broken as this, by a route so decomposed as night. But he could not much matter now. Too many problems absorbed their sanity: the departure of his wife, lover spurious, the long and fruitless waiting for the return, the inexorable sterility that prevented him from planting the seed of their offspring unpayable debts with the miserable salary of underemployed groups; everything, including his failing health, his weakness of character, his irreparable evil fate, absolutely everything, their dilapidated home, full of leaks and cracks throughout the fall, all the ruins, all the scraps of what once ancient times, there been a full life, full of dreams and dreams, the promise of eternal love, travel projects in remote places, of laughter and joy among the fleeting fantasies of alcohol, all pain, all anguish, all the fear-ever all-fell with crushing weight on his weary shoulders.
rain raged more and more. "This became storm," said the man, squinting his eyes, looking to improve the focus of a road that seemed to have disappeared. The darkness was wounded by the two sad lines of light emitted by the headlights ... A suddenly appeared shapeless. It was just a shadow, a small figure that was visible for only a tiny fraction second. The coup was inevitable. The driver was about to lose control of the vehicle to give a major swerve, he almost throws him off the road, where a black abyss expected. But it did not fall. After straightening the car, stopped and began slowly reversing. Wanted to know what had struck. While retreating, he thought of his bad luck that did not give truce. Pulled over the car as best he could, he felt all the hostility of the night to open the door, and went down with the heart stopping. A weak and pitiful groans came from a few meters ahead, but the deep darkness hid what was its origin. The man walked toward the source, with uncertain step, and heart, which just seconds ago was suffering from uncertainty, which was eventually broken completely. A wave of pain hit him first in the chest, then her eyes filled with tears that immediately, "and then spread throughout the body. At his feet, with half his body destroyed, lay a small brown dog, bathed in blood and guts, which, while moaning, looking at his executioner in all innocence. Tried to get up, but the hind legs did not seem to answer. The man could not avocados so much pain. Looking into the infinite darkness, feeling in his face as the cold mixed with rain drops tears spilling, shouted: "Why do you do this, God? Why did you put it on the road? Why this poor creature has to pay for my sins? ". He bent and held in his hands the head of the mortally wounded dog. This, as if forgiving to him who had caused so much suffering, humbly licked her hand. And not moaning. The pain of being alone and unprotected at the time of his death, torn, feeling like life was going, was isolated in the presence of these warm and merciful hands out of nowhere. The cry of man complemented the silent pain of the dog. Dog innocence erased all the old man's pain. Those no longer importing ... because of him, for his irresponsibility, for his terrible fate, the poor creature was suffering in his arms, and he, powerless, feeling the most miserable person of all mankind, accept the licks like daggers that wounded his heart to destroy it. A few seconds later, after some mild cramping and desperate, the dog's life was extinguished. The man stood there, beside the dead body for a long time, watering with tears wounds which had escaped the soul of the dog. Then, blinded by grief, stood up, holding the body in his arms, and rode in the car. After starting the engine, let the whole weight pose of despair on his right foot, in charge of the throttle. The engine roared, as if aware of the time, and shouting his determination to accept that proposition ... The wheels skidded on the wet pavement, and then transmitted to the body a blind thrust. The old road would remain forever the same, as the guardian of an indecipherable secret with its twists and dangers, but the man knew the only way possible to reach it, to achieve eternal peace at last, to reach a distant place where they can see the passions without being affected by them, the site where indifference, dark and cold as night, he would finally rest. The solution was always before his eyes ... The end of the road was not the end of the road. No. At the end of the road was only pain. The end of the road was quiet, eternal peace ... and in that distant place, timeless, uniquely human problems, in that place, where no consciousness, no pain, no pleasure, there in that dark place, could endure the martyrdom of an eternal soul ... Penetrate into the dark shadows steadily, holding "forever", a dog in his arms ... would come to his eternal ...
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