While he was lying there, on the soft grass, his eyz, almost shut were playing with the thought of sparkling stars... "Where is this light coming from?" The bullets were having their own spacial streets above all of their heads... sometimes, even having to jonction with the ways of their destiny. They knew there was no hope left to keep them alive... even for the next 10 minutes.
It was no surprise for him to notice that he could not stand to go inside the trench... one louzy bullet had found its nest in his stomach... "Shit!" he said... and then he wondered "Is this going to be my last spoken word?"... He kneeled... prayed... but her image, simply could not leave him... so he had no choice... His last words... were not the prayer he had brought to God... but these three powerfull life changing bullets of the human being rifle "I Love You!" ... his face was still amazed by the fact that he couldn't find enough strength to hate her for not being there with him, in those last few seconds...
[written somewhere around January 2007 or so]
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