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And the Slaughter of Dragonflies coursed the sky
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How to measure the Moon?

Have you ever asked yourselves why does the Moon controls a large number of processes of our life?
Have you ever asked yourselves why the Moon is not jealous of the sun?
One day If I reach to be in front of God, I will have only one question for Her. It won’t deal the purpose of humanity or the nature of women, or EVEN my purpose in Life, no; the question will be:
The Moon in crescent, smiles at us, or simply laughs at us because she knows something we don’t?
I do Know the answer will be that which I desire to listen. I Trust Her.

The most precise way to measure the Moon is going up there, walk over her white skin and count the steps.
But, how is to be reached the Moon?
First of all, you choose a controlled scenario, something you know if not completely, most of the vicissitudes that may come about. Perhaps it may help if that scenario is well known for the likenesses with others. Also, as another aid, is the passion that you may have towards that defined scenario.
Second of all, you place into the scenario THE person you might want to help you in the measurement of the moon. It’s a difficult process to perform it by yourself.
Then, you may attempt to calculate the results of this action, the attitudes, the traumas, the stresses, the memories, the feelings, etc. But the outcome will always heave surprisingly apart with that which you planned and considered.
Things that happen in between the process of adaptation can be read easily, can be predictable. But there is always someone else that is aware of the situation, that can propitiate a not so expected smile preceding a laughter and complete days of joyful dances regardless the physical pain or tiredness. You cannot imagine the pleasure that causes watching her dancing in that sort of way filled with happiness, with her arms moving up and down alternatively while her steps jump from side to side over an invisible line and her hair toggles from side to side with the movement of her head. You cannot imagine the pleasure caused by her laughter. How many different kinds of laughter has a woman along three days of work. If you thought you knew her, you were completely flawed.

All of this actions are in no other purpose than make her enormously happy. Once she’s so bigly happy, she will be able to lift you in her hand. After the small jump you’ve got to give, you pull her by the hand, and take her to the moon, so you can walk together over the white skin. Then, it’s your choice to count the steps or not.