the northern North Island, where land and ice collide in an endless kiss of snow, a child was born. The Moon is granted to a man, a shy, simple, from the heart of rubber, a slave of his mediocrity 'abandoned' without having figured out who had given him. It was so 'that the moon, on a night in a cold winds which cut the air, under the protection of a hot star, gave birth to this child who was called Selene. Ensign, fell in love with 'the child, so he decided to aiding and protecting all life, gave his warm kiss on the forehead, the kiss of a supernatural love and unconditional, while the Moon was still cradled in her arms her baby wrapped in warm skins of silver wolf, knowing that soon he would leave due to his human life. Meanwhile, rocking in a chair, crystal, and the only enjoyed a few moments with his daughter, singing a sweet lullaby. For many it was a very long night, a night that the moon would have liked not pass away, stayed with his blue coat as much 'as possible, fighting the sun for a few precious seconds. Is the cradle, under the warm embrace of the Star moved, among the infinite crystalline ice.
Selene was gently to the left of sunrise front of an orphanage not far from the Land of Ice. Years passed, blacks silky hair, yellow eyes and white skin a cat, gave the child a unique, wild and icy. Every night the little girl looking out her window at the moon, watched over her, basking in the warm light of the same star that warms the heart in the cold Nordic nights, while a melody embraced and wiped her tears.
Selene was already 'little more' girl, was sitting in the yard one afternoon, watching others play, when a gust of wind whisper 'ear his name, the name '. Incredulous, not listening ' immediately, but the wind was so 'insistent that he had to listen. He called. Selene got up, 'and following' The Wind that led her out of the yard, pushed her to walk outside the village, took her in his arms and led her to the Land of Ice, where the Moon from the kiss', a majestic and severe, melancholic and sweet, rocking with his rays, the sound of the lullaby that I sing 'the day I was born. At that moment the Moon said it was now time to leave the orphanage, which was to find a new place to go, a safe place separate dali, 'cause soon a massive ice storm would sweep away the entire village. He encountered many obstacles and dangers, but that you, the Moon, would have been always close, advice and guidance at the most 'hard. The Star approached 'the child, after the hot spring lamb with her mother and told her to run to the village, where he found a caravan ready to go to the south, could have been easily slip in, now begins its journey.
Selene, running into the arms of the Wind, coming 'to the village, and as the Star said, there was a large caravan ready to go, you sneak' with my heart in my throat the fear of being discovered while passengers were engaged in the last frantic preparations for the long journey.
Within 'in the caravan, it was like a big barrel, into which opened a room that smelled of incense and walnut, with pillows, blankets and lights, Selene trembling hid between the covers, where I meet' a heavy sleep.
The caravan, trainatada eight huge horse chestnuts and blacks share 'making their way through the ice and a strong snow storm that began to blow angry.
gypsy songs, hot and seductive wake her. He remained hidden scared, continuous music, 'a woman's voice became more and more 'closer, until the blanket that hid was not removed. Selene unexpectedly found himself 'two big glasses blacks look quizzically: "And what are you doing here?".
Daughter of the Moon looking down you get up 'silent. The girl with big gold earrings and glasses blacks asked, "What's your name?" Selene was about to become unresponsive when a man who kept his legs on a big shiny accordion said, "Say, if you do not let you speak here, snow and wolves."
- "Selene, my name is Selene."
"Selene Well, tell us, what are you doing in our carivana" said the man on the accordion.
- "Boar 'with you in the South"
"You'll pay us in some way, how much money do you have?"
- "Lord I have no money"
of Man accordion got up 'standing and turning to the other laughs loudly.
"Well, you abbastanta useless, but I want to be good, you can arrange and help with cooking, if you work well, nor forsake thee ', at least until tomorrow."
said these words, took a grumpy woman brings with him, and led her into a sort of kitchen, Jane was as big as his heart, gave her a cup of hot chocolate, made her sit next to you and your stove crackling, the wipe 'her tears. Check 'early in the morning and everything seems' more' clear.
was in a caravan of Gypsy musicians who were going in the deep South were five, three men and two women, the leader was Frederick, the man with whom he talked and played a beautiful and brilliant accordion, his skin color Amber and her blue eyes, his partner was Linda, the girl with glasses and big gold earrings that sounded a little red violin, Mike played trumpet big and strong, red-haired Sarah's green eyes and the piano, and Jason with the his black bowler hat and drooping cheeks, the double bass.
Selene Jane helped with housework, working with strength and energy for fear of being abandoned in the middle of the road, was still a long way to the South Jane, quiet, and the mother made everything more 'simple.
The caravan followed his path, slowly, the night was rocked by the same sweet melody that never left her, thinking all the time about where they would live once crossed the Grand Canyon, before entering the Land of Gypsies. Only he did not know where to go, what to look for.
The star caresses her hair as she slept, the whispered words of comfort, and took care of his hands broken by hard work, she sang with the sweet lullaby, and made muffled noises of the night, so not disturb its sleep. The heated with its light, so that lay next to 'not feel alone, and said he would have had to seek the Emperor of the two Suns, which he kept in his court averbbe and would help her.
The storm became more and more 'strong, and thank him for all he had left the Land of Ice just in time to avoid being trapped. The journey continues 'while the snow was becoming more' sparse, and suddenly: the Grand Canyon, extended and immense, red and rust. The caravan if versed 'in it, swinging his way on his big wheels for days, until you get to Hanook, a town that marked the turning for the Earth of the Gypsies. Here the caravan stopped 'for the first time in weeks, they stopped to refuel, for passage between the small and intricate streets of the city' full of small shops, eating in one of the small inns Middle Eastern flavors, to chat with other people, and play and sing with others who were in their own way.
went down from the caravan, Selene was enchanted by the amount 'of people of every race and it moved to the maze of streets, colorful and fragrant, dark shops selling all over each other, street vendors, street performers and music at every turn. Completely in ecstasy in front of this multitude of colors, smells and breeds, are also 'taken by the hand of Linda in the heart of the city'.
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