It was a wearm evening in September 1951.An American couple,Larry and June Adams, were sitting on the patio of the Simla Forest Hotel in northern India.There were tall, thin trees around the edge of the patio. A line of paper lanterns hung from the trees. By the light of these lanterns a man sat playing the piano. His name was Mr. Lal. He was the owner of the hotel and he liked to play to his guests in the evening. Most of them enjoyed Mr. Lal's Music, except Larry Adams. Infact, Larry was in India because he wanted to kill a tiger. And he left the hotel every day with his gun and went into the forest. But now he felt angry and bored, and Mr. Lal's strange music was making him nervous.
Larry and June sat down in the that to around the piano. Mr Lal smiled at his guests and continued playing. [...]
After a wile, he stopped playing, and looked Larry. Larry wanted to look away but he couldn't. He was held by the power of Mr Lal's dark brow eyes. He felt their mysterious energy burning into him like red fire. Mr. Lal started to talk with him, but he ignored everything he said. Larry decided to bed.
Later, June went to talk with Mr. Lal. They talked very much about the attitude of Larry. Until he asked to see her drawings. He adored ! June sayed that he could stay with those drawings. He accepted.
June Adams did sleep well that night. But Larry did not. He had terrible dreams. At three o'clock in the morning he woke up. Their bedroom was above the patio. The window was open. He Could hear the sounds of the forest outside. He closed his eyes, but that didn't help. He imagined the animals pulling him through the darks, singing trees. He closed the door of the bathroom. The sounds were quieter and he begam to fell better.
At nine o'clock the next morning Mrs Adams was standing on the patio with Mr Lal. She was saying goodbye. June was happy because Larry was beginning to show interest on other things. Mr Lal looked up at the lanterns hanging from the trees above his head. June looked up too. And there one fixed to the outside of each lantern. She imagined their shadown at night, thrown by the light of the lanterns.
By : Luíza !
quinta-feira, 11 de dezembro de 2008
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