powerful Protector. Power, will, energy, certainty, consistency, firmness, rigor, accuracy, fairness and positive. Realization.
Roger Sterling was killed. And I felt in every pore, every one of her puffing on their cigarettes imported in each of their drafts generous spirits of yesteryear.
since I was young, Roger had felt he was dying. And there was no way to be sure, but that did not prevent awoke every day with a sardonic smile, ready to scour the world for another day. CHTdre on a horse.
was final death reached them at all. And he would end up reaching the same rate, regardless of how desnalgues might commit.
Still, since I was a child, had always thought his father had been talking at least a little seriously.
In the eyes of his father he had been a darling, a spoiled clings to the skirts of his mother (Y is that it always had, the legs of the women were his weakness ), good for nothing, always a dreamer with his head in the clouds. A wimp would rather pet rabbits to hunt. A or & amr smoke and life now that was just him, his days of innocence had to be left behind to be replaced cruelly by her father's last wish: to rule in righteousness Sterling -Cooper.
But there were things that soothed his mind and his body shook in the long nights, sets of memories, last words, it had only counted in the heat of the sheets to a single person. Why? Maybe because she thought that only the judge understood without.
She had knocked on the door for a couple of months. He
Laro. Perhaps the way that seemed to read it and know what is proponíay know exactly what was on his mind reminded him of his father's bad habits, or when trying to lie to his mother at age six and she always seemed to know the truth.
He was afraid. But at the same time made him feel different, and that, that maybe it was what he needed and what he had always aspired. Had quickly become his protector. Suddenly the world looked bright and always had something promising in the day, suddenly no matter how bad things were going, Roger Sterling rose with a smile, because shereminded her first who he was and who it was. And I could never thank you enough for that.
Who knew that all he needed a man absorbed in his great lie was a little truth from time to time? And the big lie was that, I was happy with that legacy work. I was happy with his daughter married. I was happy every day because I had enough money to rot in it. I was happy because every day that his eyes looked at him with raised eyebrows and parted lips, she could see beyond that soul who pretended to be feliz and was trapped somewhere in the past, bound by the ghost of an old daredevil who had intended, for a game, a life full of pretensions and games of chance, only for the brave . And that was the greatest truth of all. That was really a coward.
And suddenly, regardless of the things that could bring the day. Morning problems, responsibilities unfilled, everything was cleared for a few moments with her, with her silence and telling a great truth, a great secret that had never admitted to himself and suddenly lived and died on his lips into oblivion because she forgave tperiod. And the room was filled with color and then white. And the world smiled. And he felt strong enough to keep walking, despite the failures, although not to fill the quota, despite losing money and lose life every second, because suddenly it was not é l, and he was more than that. Because nothing mattered to him now, and was again a child. Because he was the kind of man who thought everything would be okay after all.
stubbornness, lack of idealism. Stubborn adversary. Fall, loss of property.
"It's
time, Roger .- The elder Mr. Cooper voice sounds worn and tired. But Roger Sterling is now so used to her and her nagging you for a second ignore it.
office sinks into a deep silence and the heir of Sterling raises his head, suddenly realizing that if your sponsor is there outside his office zen, it must be something important. More than a childish skirt or a reprimand.
"It's time to decide what to do.
- What to do - raising an eyebrow answer yet fully understand.
"Your father and I knew that this moment would ever. Yion of the company. His head was full of responsibilities and an impeccable management while he oversaw everything and let the creative problems and will depart from the hands. While bebíay smoked and fucked in the corners. If end of Sterling & Cooper, it is true that must be her fault. "You're young Murmura todavía.-OLD MAN I'm an old man. It's time you make your decisions. What should we do? - What are the options? "Try to say Roger with a sarcastic tone as he shrugs his shoulders as if to say" Do not let me alternative. "
"You know what .- And then the figure of Bert becomes a ghost of his father as he watches with those eyes devoid of all faith .- You can decide to let it go or fight for it. Roger Sterling
sighs. There was never another option.
has millions in his bank account, and the choice was yours, yours alone. Bert Cooper wants to rest, you see the world from your mind in the afterlife, and stroll through the park only wearing socks. Does he? He still has at least a decade of life ahead and the world must take on.
indeed is an easy option. You can reverse tErto with them and their way of seeing life.
Gradually the sun is hiding in the relief of the night. And the lack of light in the office is even more striking. They, the remaining five, there waiting for a miracle that never comes to soon begin to wonder in light did not know they had, just for a second, while his eyes adjust to darkness.
already have all gradually disappeared. Joan has left alone with a smile and secretly recorded between her cheeks highlighted by his red hair shining. Pete and Peggy had been engulfed by the confidences shared and the burden of defeat and the wreck. Don, after having metdo with his wife, looks away while his eyes twinkle and says nothing.
know it's time to leave. Bertrand
Cooper reminded the members that they must meet again in April to sign the closing of the renunciation compañíay their jobs. But nobody seems to listen. All seek the shelter of the night.
And Roger Sterling says goodbye to his father's dream with a nod and a smile that will forever remain in his face, disappears down the street and never step on again.
discomfort, pretense, arrogance, vanity. Groping in the dark, desorientacOS that would be flowers and kisses and cuddles for all eternity. He had been in love, and boy had been, but that was no excuse to become silly. Everything was a turning point in just a few seconds, when suddenly his will and bowed saw an occasional hit another that had to cover with makeup the next day was waking moments.
assumed that marriage must be. I did not. I never knew. Never was there to verify. I had never known his father, but never lacked companions to his mother. And she hads whispering in his ear words hot llegaríaa that may never fully understand, and spent images of beaches and bays that had seen in magazines but never in real life. Sometimes volvíaa
feel all over again, while he was snoring at his side, and his eyes were frozen in terror. I could feel it all over him again, biting, finishing it, strangling and loving it, as only thus could. The feelings of returning to travel, fear in the chest, the terror in his throat, the desperation in his soft hands and therefore accustomed to that wrestled ó that no attention to her when he wanted to defend himself. And then she and her gaze, transported to that place in the room, that picture on the dresser of a house on the beach in a tropical country lost would never know. That photo that clung in those hard times, to remind herself that there was something more that she really was not that Joan was under there in that bed, that all imaginacióny was she was really young back there, taking a milkshake, with his red hair loose, smelling the sea, burying their toes in the sand and wishing. Wanting to alls, his conquests, his way of mastering it all over again, for a second, while it believed abatíay the world can not continue walking in this darkness, knowing what awaited him later at home.
She wondered then if it was true love and his mind was blank. I thought once heard him Roger, who always spoke in their thoughts, say something between the lines of "Red, if you wonder if it's love is that it is not. Sometimes everything is broken, but not completely if you get to question you if they really are doing. It's simple. Pure mathematics. Pure sales brochures. But only t & uacI, s guts than brains. But still, something happened between them.
The textbooks say that opposites attract. But Joan did not think so much less. Joan thought that the same were destined always to be found. And maybe one of these fatal morning, when asked if he had lived for the night would have been a truth or a lie, that was what had made them look into each other. Two souls were mad, destroyed about to break that lived at that boundary between reality and fantasy, between love and hate, between the feared and adored. And so equal, complementary, were found,or protective, and although this was only an act of vanity, he liked to think he had done with the sole purpose of saving him, and they had been. It was not worth dying for love, had said, she said, trying to convince herself that this was the absolute truth. Centuries spent convincing the world otherwise, Romeo and Juliet, Orpheus and Eurydice, Trsitáne Isolde. But it was all a lie, a lie of the medium, he would know specifically who was a specialist creative fool people.
And then they lived on a tightrope. Trying to swim without drowning intentandcould find the other side. Lost in a whirl of doubt, while the sand swallowed her legs and dried sea water through his fingers. And his lungs were filled with salt water fríay, and your mind just a thought. Rather die and to die in the dark.
Happiness
material, collaboration. Success. Placer, energy, motivation, inspiration. Commitment or lost work.
Joan It's very cold but not feel it. Is the price you pay for fresh air and get out. And running down the street with a smirk for doing their trdown to the last minute.
street lights are on. And the cars travel at the speed of thunder through his side, without paying much attention. It's January and people no longer know what to do. After Christmas there is always that emptiness in the air that surrounds us all. Restless. You no longer have to buy anything, and do not prepare anything, and not have to love anyone, not to believe.
And then they turn around and continue their hectic lives without paying much attention at all, an obsession at full speed, full color. A society of instant pleasure that does not stop to observe the color of the cielo the night, or starlight, or smell that brings the tree on the corner with broken branches, or the sound of footsteps in the snow.
Yet Miss Halloway, who had ceased to be a lady, it does. And close your eyes as you feel and relive. The night is dark, and there are stretches where the lighting fails. And there is no smell of the sea, and sand, and sirens. And yet breathe, and live and feel. And besides all that. Not afraid. For once, in a long long time, feels nothing more than happiness and tranquility. Although should grab a taxi, it does not and continues walking. Aimlessly, because now it's freeAs a song says something there, it is a way to go. Do not know what to do, or rather what tastes good. Has left the Sterling & Cooper will not return and now feels at peace. Has breathed the oppressive atmosphere and has taken the right path now only dependent on it. He had left with a kiss of Roger, that old lover who both had ever wanted. Peggy had embraced, had wished with all his heart to be kind to him, and had launched a last Guinoa Don.
aa no longer have to go, or qui & eacue can do about it. Because that night they return home. Because tonight will step out of the darkness and gather on their own parts of itself. Because the universe is requested, for him, but no longer than four inches so. And that reason is more than enough. Joan
dreams of beaches and sand castles. And the sea bathing their feet. And the sun beating on his forehead. And dream with the sound of the waves. And with a hot day and a day of light. But now that dream is not alone. And now that dream is not just a dream.
Da step forward because now got direction in life and find what you've always wanted. Take a step forward for California pending and because the other side of the world the grass is greener and the sun smiles often use whatever. Going to California because they say there is love, the greatest love of all. And people go there to find a place. E go there with him, but does not yet know who he is. Ask for her heart to discover and know and love like you've never loved anyone. Although you know if your father is her husband or her lover. Although you do not know if it is true that the sun shines in California
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