Alno is simply the first of my dreams, my first novel by before I stop for many reasons, including some bad conditions that Aistha during the last two years of my life. This inception, provided that must in each novel .. I try to most minds to pen .. And languages.
‘re fired two names, before they settled on “Alno” .. Preceded by two names only, namely:
1 – and the pulse.
2 – Love in the non-point.
This beginning has been published as a series in the literary fragments forum first. Finally I leave you with incomplete beginning of the novel, which I had to put this provided for illustration only.
Before complement here remember the
spiritual .. Just crafts burned burned ..
Pray prayers have ..
and I convoy and light eye.
I tell you no worse than love comes Hadra and loses patience. Racked from this that comes scattered and you are to what you’re looking for the survival of life.
robbed me a paper and a smile. Books and missed: “Jem pulse keeps you Would not useful, please me if you will? What warmth; falls tears in your absence? What Hawkk; while not overlooking the Msamaa voice? What pulse; while تأتين presence or absence .. Global and see you all?
know – and in a far exceeded – that every pulse and you are global! “
A – pulse fugitive:
(When a drunken white heart came wound that grows in the lungs breathe love the memory and attached قنديلا Qazhiyah cautious on a rope extending from the beginning and end wall window nostalgia night). * 1
I felt like I do not feel well.
and I as Pamuk said: “I live amid light between two times Mazlim * 2″ . I k all have holes in her head aches distressed spent not Istafna mind and not Isttnini logic!?
tear of life my fault .. And the age limit to fill in my time.
nobody knows – twice now – that what happened to me in within the range of things that can not be accepted only bypass time, as well as mortgage nights that went out, Tkid and harden and then return went out. No one certainly realized!
Maybe I succeeded after any in reincarnation myself and remedy (is) that is: (i) I no longer drop bitterly?!
maybe .. I Eraud Ache for itself .. Or because the tears became known how Mottaglta becomes strongest and Mtakthera deepest not returned in the word of my throat and not in Dhirvh eyes.
maybe .. All that said, I am here is limited to the story in the absence of mind.Tell what question does not give their mouths after this room for passing conversations of people – see them – not the logic of them!?
believe Gabbana that there does not require visions on the ropes facts. And that there is arrested despite its transparency for some clarity for others. And I stand between them, look after all it was. Closer than you and beyond what has become, although I do not find things as they were.
Certainly not in my unit and not in a glut of others myself .. And not in frequenting the blue – love and quieter – places. And maybe .. I spite of all what has not been said yet tell diminish the character of my head .. And where the roof overhangs it honored the memory usual!
Before the age of holistic concerned eyes towards leave. Specifically .. After brainstorming things my face.
memory completely Kahiati …
where everything is wide open to others, who are themselves ask me now about the secret extrusion abroad, including to my heart ..
usually like them not only in word or signal .. Not يستسيغوا answer, without elaborating, and neither silent and returned to my humiliation and for what and Allam .. And Acetktheroa little honesty in pain?!
others contented himself by saying, “It is I, and not for wound contraction was larger.” So P I tell more and more. And every time I find tales parties truncated details incomplete, their Voaud write again to find that there are also very small things probably would otherwise everything goes fine.
something like .. Myth think my girlfriend and I do not. Tales not pass without questions touched in its thinking. Look not to pay attention to them .. And many things I would not have thrown in my life – Kiss – Bala her.
In short ..
What I mean is .. It (was) the one who Oqlna towards the end or the beginning there is no difference, their Vsaan. Everything that happened acceleration is nothing if not avoided possible.
was closer to trick Taatsamq increased when I remember the moment I was in an intimate love .. Or P lowest nearest word tolerate relationship: intimate “friendship”!?
although what happened, did not exceed the moment, like a faded need back Hyaoua. Not them but because the things that Tgaina without prior know Nkhavha and like death.
nor do I think things start so we have been waiting or plan or we tell them, and certainly not as rumored begin look Fabtsama P series of projects looking for urgent solutions . But أظنها begins with the first appointments waiting to do it much.
B – RBCs:
Ability to hear the old love well. And in place as his heart I even hear anxiety signed in his fingers.
you complain monotony while you’re at it .. He was always in anger makes me boiling in a flurry and permanent. I kept Ocky for my brothers who were say that God must and it is punishing us lament the narrow Ihtweina and Tkaslena in the performance of our business.
As I P I tell them that I invite him to take me to the room gives me the madness of joy .. And it was!
I do not want to sound in the first encounter with you look Tharthar, is that I need to explain.
previous authors – as I told you – it was always Aforne anger of something ..And this is the “what” does not identify him .. It angry about everything and anything.
means .. Nervous, but this – the authors present – since they called me to save him, Omrdhana.
In the beginning you swim safely while a wall Amtsna, rolled the breach, and despite the fear, I was happy, I saw for the first time – since created – things that are not that Aatdtha and colors that you see in traffic on my friends. I saw the true colors of those blurry who saved .. And faces do not resemble the faces of my brothers red.
slipped in a transparent tube, which scrambled like force that pulled me up I and some of those who were with me in the same place. As if a magnet attracted!
will speak the truth .. In that the tube was a bit different .. I thought as if that life is a piece of sugar melts and ends. Frankly .. I felt nothing, I was warm and in moments frozen until grown Anaasa.
I think I stayed dormant for days or centuries .. I do not know. I was sleeping and static so I did not know that day passed or not .. Or if you are basically dead and occasional God .. !?
mention that I moved from the static to the case of normal movement suddenly .. It was confusing .. I felt a little warmth then Takbtna I and the rest of the pellets about each one who touched Jean.
Sahoa that .. I saw Afarita vegetables .. Someone get us – and I’m in the semi-fainting – then drifted down .. Characterized face during movements not Bokhaddr .. It was quiet tenderly. I saw too .. Some blood cells Alkhaúvat Mmeltsqat in scattered places on his body and Mlaash .. Even began rushing down intensifies .. And identified two points .. So .. Deferred curiosity even summons the strength to ask why Tnatarham on his skin when the opportunity arises?
C – Courier rain:
(I want a heart torn exile, to tell him ache covetousness * 3) !
Fifth but grief from meditative. Bring place the burden of sudden Sahoa ..
think I in bewilderment discovery that not just between نحري and sky .. And the confluence between the extent of the sea .. And that anything that I did not have change silence!
I was blind love while experimented pulse did not me, and hurt. I realized then that I do not like my dreams anymore ..
I am confident that I become more like things did not never Oltekayaa .. And not Tltakina ..
and definitely .. I no longer like my heart.
How I’ll tell you about the one that was?
, while mention Abtunai most surprising question: any part of it was my heart?
.. Which has been a dream – or beginning – and parked on the other end of the wait .. Flower stuck .. And slowly .. Cut paper .. Her face white and wearing dark.
and the world becomes a black .. And remain a bright spot pulse Ataha always guilty love and every hand in the heart light up!
your love is not attached chest .. Sow the seed of spring Unthinking devolve – at the moment – to the Commission.
believe me?! I am great delight in the presence of life.
Now – after – I believe that no such thing as coincidence. Each shell comes prefixed with much .. And for that Tmanat acts coincidences.
Our appointment was on paper love .. Flutter bird .. Green and calm. That place is like the heart of severely judged on stream. I have for the first time “here” and said: Yes, here! When caught in love for the first tear.
We were five in inventing dream of love with the heart that sometimes shivering crying.
and I are ..
Then I and my shadow …
and melody penetrates sorrows time climber of our lives.
We met before now twice in a simple security – but – were on the nozzle as willing to revolt and where we live.
heard one of us say and I come from every reason to not end madness:
- Still believes surprised first by refraction?
and I always wanted to be an object Love .. So you Otemtem “public soon”!
‘s Say things do not come as imagine .. But also wishes this age ..
and said if passed tale eyes of dreamers and Hzathm we were .. And love was surprising and tyranny .. And actually dream and went ..
and we – Khmstna – populates the world and hearing: mixing العتم light, to begin creating neighborhoods, in the configuration and start travel. Deeper and we love longing struck a curse and kill her.
Initially we love .. Pulse!
We were five, and I was then and I heart with the indwelling time around Ktaml, كالليل pulling our hands looking for the Dmat dropped off the face of the cloud .. And I hear the sound in my ears repeating:
- Do you still believe?
I trusted strongly that pulse does not carry the features of two people and two feelings. The deal comes despite the prior existence.
never know how surprising comes in the presence of love last, Vmz offset and I spoil my characters, wasting words filled my mouth .. And utter Mea.
so is her heart, which came beyond Farhi or Khosaratne, and I came forming the diaspora characters repeat them, Odmha to my chest at the time never allowed to be together for a pulse.
Omz Gadrtina those other I slowly Avkdna well.
was the first in everything and dignified presence in the meeting, preceding each act, committing madness first equation says that age: x + y = a question mark does not belong.
* 1 Ibrahim adequate.
* 2 Orhan Pamuk, the novel My Name is Red.
* 3 Jalal al-Din ibn Al-Roumi.