Captain Paf could not be a captain, nor even to be able to drive a ship. One time he had seen the sea, he was a child. His father, who was visiting an old aunt varicose near the border between being and nonbeing, had brought with him the small Paf and show the big blue.
The old aunt died in a mysterious nothing that night.
Paf was small and did not understand where people went when they closed their eyes for the last time.
Her eyes were large and colorful, able to absorb all the world.
His body grew like any other boy, unfortunately his ideas as well.
He understood that it is not true that when people are dying in the clouds and that's not true that when it snows we are seeing.
Paf had friends who believed in heaven, others that they cared so little.
All had developed or had bought a cube-shaped response of yes and no side 20 cm, which rose in the morning, rinsed his face, ate breakfast and everything.
Paf top box would not buy any, he said he could do without a stupid little box, but all everyone had one, so he started to read the context, to borrow one here, a taste there, dissecting another up and down.
infinity of photons that hit his big eyes in his life were those of a short time to give the rope to jump from the tree decorated boxes on which he lived: Paf remembered having seen the sea, that time, he was a child. Today
Captain Paf slips with his small boat in the big blue, blue infinity, and does not meet any box on his journey without a destination, because the boxes can not swim.
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