You know I love the idea that the blogosphere is a collaborative and participatory network. Not long ago, I had the idea of publishing an article distributed to various blogs. In fact, although the text would be related, was an article that could have been read independently. But the dream was broken very soon faced repeated refusals to my initiative, so I just gave up. But whenever opportunities arise to join other initiatives that are similar to those which they themselves initially devised equally attractive.

Julius thought it would be great to publish a story in installments with a librarian named Francisco Column complexion of the French author Charles Nodier in different weblogs. So, presto, ordered the idea that the blogosphere to participate in his project, although previously bloggers should be concerned that they should contact him. Is this what I would have changed, because I think it should have done is tell other bloggers to have a plan of work prior to that we do not defeat the uncertainty of not being able to finish reading the story.

Because of this, the need to get in touch with Julius, and nothing more, the reason we had stayed out of this initiative. But I hope that we have already amended our mistake and that with any degree of accuracy.

Master Plan Presentation
Presentation of the book Francis Column

The published texts of Francis Column:

• Part I in Libraries
• Part II One passing
• Deakialli Documentary Part III
• Part IV Tekateka
• Part V in Wings and Bullets
• Part VI in the documentary Bold

Part VII

- The mask is useless said the fair, "and there is no reason that I ordered retained, although authorized by custom, because my feelings are so pure that I express blush, and because my friendship for you sent me do what I do . Do not be surprised, Francesco prosiguiótras a moment of silence to hear me talk about this friendship after many days of disdain I doubt it could do. My sex is subject to laws of modesty that does not tolerate or even betray the people leave their legitimate and noble sympathies, and indeed there is nothing so difficult in so far as to feign indifference just that the heart feels. Today I'm going to leave Venice, and though the destination has to make you live near, it is highly probable that we do not see us. In the future there will be no further communication between us that memory and do not want us to separate leaving a wrong idea of me and leading me sad and disquieting idea that would disturb the tranquility of my life. The first thing I did with this explanation that you should; the latter, that is my peace, the hope of a confidence that perhaps I ought. But do not be alarmed, Francesco, you have to be the sole judge to resolve.

Francesco had long dared to put their eyes on Polia and avid collecting words.

- Ah! she exclaimed. God knows my soul is no secret that you will not be known!

- Your soul is hiding a secret Polia replied, a secret that your friends and saddened that some people want to wish you well know. Gather all of the circumstances that portend a happy come: youth, genius, knowledge, and to glory, and yet, delivered live to the languor of a mysterious sadness, I consumerism in a hidden desire, you have abandoned the work carved your reputation ; flee from the people who will seek to hide in almost inaccessible wilderness on so many assets should embellish, and, finally, it says that you are close to break with the society of men to recuse in a convent. Is it true what they say?

Francesco seemed agitated by a thousand conflicting emotions, and needed some time to take heart.

- Yes, lady replied, "everything is true, or was this morning. A subsequent event changed my ideas, but not my resolution. Enter a convent, and this plan of mine is irrevocable, but entrarécon heart full of comfort and joy, for an hour, my life is complete and can not conceive that there is in the world that can envy. I was born poor and obscure, but stronger than my fate, I only saw my misery when my heart endless cayóen a vacuum. But this gap is now filled with delicious expectancy: You shall ye remember me!

Polia looked at him sweetly.

- Do not want said in your words a mere play of imagination or a flattering condescension of politeness that pays good friendship. I think this artificial language of the people is more cool between us. I think I begin to understand in part the things I have said and even your decision, but added, smiling not quite understand everything.

- Well, now you will understand replied, exalted, Francesco, "because I'll tell you everything. And thou shalt forgive him embarrassment and even labored on my word because of all the circumstances of my life is that I suspect the least. The precarious state of my birth, no parents, no protection and almost no friends and robbed of a brilliant name of an independent fortune, would suffice to explain my natural melancholy. Quécruel this confidence of my misfortune, already found in the home and haunts me life! And so this idea is the first I had to realize. I had to pay my debt of gratitude material before thinking of me, and I need not tell you that I did. Then I grew my troubled little vigor and grandeur and opulence missing. And I got more, I came to congratulate him sometimes in my child's pride, from every debérmelo myself, since this family ever rejected me envy the glory of the surname repudiated. But all this was not the inexperience but illusion and vanity. One day only destroyed everything, reminding me of my misfortune and my obscurity.

- Ay! Francesco continued. Here is the mystery that your benevolent curiosity I want to know and carefully circumspect in my chest. And how dare reveal these secrets deep and sad that the philosophy and wisdom which look childish ailments of the soul, and that is as far above yours that ye receive them dignéis with another feeling that compassion? Americas, ma'am ...

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