The awakening of the pieces I love you expected. already made his move. His white pawn advances, and after a coordinated dance on the spot, returned to his place.
Look, analyze, trying to learn to create a mental barrier that resists the penetrating gaze of who controls the black pieces. But always surrender to its spell, and is surprised by it every time, like the first.
laughs nervously, barely can be contained.
Across the board, a smile becomes a grimace and an eyebrow is raised:
- Yes, you expect to move because you do not even think of all you can do -. Try
articulate words, but it mutes the speaker (has this bad habit) .
- not try to deny. Even seats. Watch me as I move and I -.
Taking control of their own parts of the body, is awakening from a dream in which Morpheus has the face of society, with papers under his arm that say all that needs to be done and let to do.
white pawns you ask, waiting, eager to get them out of place. The release.
stretch black pawns, horses neighing and the fortified towers, walls, while the bishops look askance at the queen, looking after her.
King, King Black, dark as opal, sharpens the look. Look at the board. As has meditated enough. Feel
from behind a finger it fits in the center of the grid.
Time "once and for all - to move at last.
Á Angeles
