You are that she can lose itself. He looks at well for where we go, not if he is deceptive. To deceive itself is fatal. The attention, perception is everything. – I go to give more the attention. – This exactly, is intent, not if it loses in devaneios, care with the illusions of the mind. – Faithful, where part we are? – on a quagmire.
How to swallow it wants you with its devastadora maleficent force! Which these there to the left and the right, are bogged. Its shouts, whispers, moans cannot disturb to it. – They are people? _Pessoas and other things that if they had deviated, but if does not shake, will take it until the top. – Faithful! The people and the other things are making signals, want they help that them. – She cannot help them. – Not exactly? – Not. They want are you with them there, but while you will be with me, you are saved. The quagmire seemed not to have end.
The Sun appeared and disappeared and resurged to the front, without Prudentius and Fiel arrived at another point. before at a weakness moment, Prudentius was prepared to catch a hand, that of the quagmire waved to it in desperation. It helped it to fidiciary office, withholding it, and calling its attention to leave the quagmire. – Alive! We go to leave this quagmire! For little I did not leave you Faithful, being in this quagmire. – It withholds you! Guard your energies. He controls you, therefore here it is that a desert appears our front. – it will be worse that the quagmire? – Nor worse, nor better, only the same the same well-taken care of danger and. The desert seemed calm. Prudentius did not understand the warning of Fidiciary office. But this heard its thoughts it more warned and it in tones enlightening: _ Friend listening.