Once upon a time the night he sat alone, shrouded in fog. Suddenly, making their way with a weak beam of light, the day arrived, a bit 'sleepy, a bit' wet, trying to strike up a button with the night.
night, bent under the weight of the coat of fog, attacked the day: "What are you doing here already? Go, it is still early, then November, you could just stand at home, do not need you!"
"Sure, dear night!" "cried the day they need me and, strange but true, you also need me."
"And why would I need you?" said the night rather annoyed, "I know my time there, alone I'm fine, I do not need anybody's help."
"You think I would not be noticed, dear night, thanks to me, go and rest in peace every day. I see you, you can not hide a smile just before you turn your back. This is because, however different, you and I can not live without thinking about each other and separated. Of course, you are the dark and you have to keep this dark appearance. But inside you have my view that at decreases and finally increases slowly. We are so different, but basically the same way! "
The night did not know how to respond. He shrugged off the heavy cloak of fog, moved a bit 'fatigue and squeezed the day in a long embrace, so long and so hot that the men that morning in November not could believe that unusual, incredible sunrise.
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