Rewriting
Edmund Dantes (Melancholy)
take weeks, even months, who knows? getting up in the hope that something changes, you see a new stone on which I have not yet repaired every time I tell. I try to start every day by a distinct change towards the end result, but always the same stones and the same six walls. Or floor or ceiling .... 7535 walls are six stones in total. Every morning I wonder if you will visit this sweet little bird that dared to enter the first day between the corroded bars of the window and think, I believe that is true, that there is something beautiful out there, like the sea, women .... Mercedes. For three nights seventh anniversary of my arrival in this stinking castle and watch the relentless whipping of the warden was responsible for reminding me, as every year .... Mercedes ... Your memory makes hair stand on end and come back to me bleeding wounds of the back and sides. Love, thanks for making me feel alive. The truth is that you have always known how to do it. I have the firm conviction to be going crazy, or as they say (! What the hell Nobody says anything around here), I'm going crazy. I can hardly remember my name, let alone the ship, boat or ship where he worked before coming to stop with my skins within this site. I can not even know if I think, talk or cry .... this if it is to be alone. How I would love to catch some of those rats that run behind the walls and tame and teach to talk to tell me what's happening out there. To come swimming to me casa y me traiga noticias de mi padre, y de Mercedes. !Por dios¡ Cómo me duele tu ausencia. Menos mal que al menos me dio tiempo a aprender a contar..... Creo que a calcular sextantes también ¿Quién sabe? A lo peor es solo alguna expresión que escuché mientras tiraba de las maromas de los barcos.3400, 3401, 3402,.... a este ritmo terminaré la faena antes de que me traigan la comida. Nunca había tenido tanto pelo en la cara y me sorprende que el rancio mejunje que me echan me mantenga en pié. Algo vibra bajo mis pies ¿Será otra rata? Quizá el mar rompe con demasiada fuerza contra los cimientos del castillo y el temblor llega hasta aquí. Quizá sea mi deseo de sentir algo nuevo y creo que algo se resiste, moving under my feet. Something alive. Smart maybe. If you stick your ear to the ground vibration becomes a jingle, but are not bells, bells rattle think fast and sharp, is a constant ringing, slow but steady, rather than scratching with metal nails. If you turn away the tangle of knotted hair, they may even perceive how they move a few stones but I can not dare say because the only thing that moves in this box me and my old, dented metal plate. I open my eyes and doubts about the wisdom of my mind Can accentuate the stone wall resent soil? Do not fall, it is as if they rise only two of them. No, three. Something emerges under my feet ... the tumult of my heart will not let me hear. There were passing, but I'd better separate. Maybe my life is in danger and I can not help it. Not what I wanted at this time but I am paralyzed. Come to my mind memories, bad memories as the fight with the soldiers who brought me here, as he moves unthinkable in my current state. Something emerges from the rocks. Something like a ball of white hair. A dusty Cocorote followed by white, bushy eyebrows also to those that follow two big blue eyes and restless that I stare, which will surely see something in me that I have forgotten: my face. I still paralyzed. This seems to be the end and I remain indifferent to I beg all know apologize acabe. neighbor. I have to be wrong calculations. I thought I was digging out to sea and came to stop your humble room, "said the visitante.-Abbé Faria I Could know who I have the honor of having encountered?" My name .... asks my name and now I remember and I can tell. I do not mind at all that after all years has come to kill me if at least allows me to remember my name. I feel comfortable even warmth of relief that goes back and I respondo.-Edmundo ..... my name is Edmond Dantes
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