Conta-me historias daquilo que eu nao vi - (n)Arrow

Is that really the way? - said the arrow to the bow

In the wind that surrounded the moment, the eye did not blink while the fingers pulled the string tension turning the bow into an elipse streching its shape to swallon the arrow.

The golden star shined on the spring sky and the arrow cuted the air guided by the eye.

Perfetly aware of its speed, not so sure of its target.

The bow did not sound more than the short sound of a muted harp.

The eye didn´t blink, nor did the arrow

Just before the arrow realize, that there was no more gravity