Here is a story originating in South Africa ...
Enchanted times two parallel son who were born ... they rested side by side and suffered a martyr ... Why? Because they loved each
... and because they wanted like all those who love, of hugging, kissing ... but they were born they were parallel and parallel stay. .. That was the law of the township at a time when apartheid reigned ...
But one day they no longer held, and fled ... the way they met a priest to whom they entrusted their sentences. It listened and said
"My children, I understand you but we must respect the law ... she has her reasons ... and then do not despair, you know that one day heaven will open its doors and there you will love you for the eternity "...
Eternity was good, but far, far away ... so
Then the two resumed their son
road ... A few miles away there lived a learned geometer who listened and answered
"I do not understand your problem ... Well, the parallels are not really ... all the lines converge at infinity, be patient ..."
Poor consolation for languishing d love ...
The meeting rails do not comforted more ...
"What you say is ridiculous, the parallels are needed in this world, son coils can not touch the tops of the mountains do not move point and we ... can you imagine what would happen if we decided to train us cross each other? is the law and must be respected, it is necessary ... "
Time passed but not worth the two parallel son ... When
came a little gray cloud ... "Hello son," he exclaimed "You look sad" ... and son to tell their story ...
"My poor friends," said the cloud, "I understand your pain ... I can maybe help you, listen to me" ... He then descended the roadside and wrapped it entirely ... There in the cozy softness, the son could finally s love, kissing and hugging ...
Then came the morning ... The cloud was left ...
Soon on the road, passed the judge of the city ... this man was well known throughout the country for its extreme severity ... The law was the law and bears no exception ... It is necessarily just because it's the law ...
So he walked, when the roadside something caught his attention: "a string" cried he, "A beautiful rope, twisted sound and well ... that's what I need" ...
And at noon that day when the sun crush the township, a gallows was erected ... at the end of the rope hung the body of a white woman and a black man ...
... who had one night, dare to love, kissing and hugging ...
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