Resumo de The Other Side - Librairie Gallimard

The fantastic one, our eyes, is not the imaginary one. But a powerfully applied imagination to the study of the reality discovers that it is very tenuous the border between wonderful and the positive, or if they prefer, between the visible universe and the universe invisivel. Perhaps one exists or some parallel universes to ours. [?] the American anthropologist Loren Eiseley counts the beautiful history that states well what we intend to say.

?To discover another world, it says, is not only one imaginary fact. He can happen to the men. To the animals also.

For times, the borders resvalam or are interpenetram: it is enough to be present at this moment. Vi the fact to happen to a crow. This crow is my neighbor: I never made it badly some, but it has the care of if conserving in the top of a mountain of the arvores, flying high and to prevent the humanity. Its world begins where my sight finishes. However, one morning, our fields were dived in a extraordinariamente thick fog, and I directed myself to apaldelas for the station.

Brusquely, to the height of my eyes, two black, immense wings, preceded for a gigantic peak had appeared, and everything this passed as a ray, freeing a terror shout such that I make votes so that never more he hears similar thing. This shout pursued me during all the afternoon, Arrived to consult the mirror, asking proper me what it would have I of so revoltante? ?I finished for perceiving. The border between ours two worlds resvalara, had to the fog. That crow, that assumed to fly to the habitual altitude, turns surprise an amazing, contrary spectacle, for it, to the laws of the nature. It turns a man to walk in the space, good in the center of the world of the crows. It comes across with the manifestation of queerness more complete than a crow can conceive; a flying man?

?Now, when it sees me, there of high, untied the small shouts, and I recognize in these shouts the uncertainty of a spirit whose universe was shaken. Already it is not, never more will be as the other crows.

?Now, when it sees me, there of high, untied the small shouts, and I recognize in these shouts the uncertainty of a spirit whose universe was shaken. Already it is not, never more will be as the other crows?.

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