I think I want to thank for giving CS Lewis Narnia. Andrew Adamson for directing the first two films, Disney and finance. All around the world lined organized fan sites, acts of charity and theological discussions on the matter. To all who have read The Chronicles and been inspired to write music about it. A Switchfoot for giving us this wonderful song (This is home), which makes me mourn every time I see your video, and when the pass in the credits of the film. And everyone who reads this, because today I could not stop when I heard it and I had to get to try to shape what I feel when I hear "Nowant to go back to what it was before. Created for a place that I have not met "and" This is home. Now I'm finally in the place I belong. I've been looking for a proper place and now I've found. " Because after seeing Prince Caspian and listen to the OST, inevitably associate this song with you, Susan, and your great sense of rootlessness. I've always wanted to give you the final you deserve, and made an attempt to write. We know that if we depart from the way he showed us we will never Aslan Narnia at the end of time, but we also know that when you are warned you time to change. For you, I know that you found at the end because I tlso I'm vain sometimes, because like you I feel uprooted, because waiting to see that I love most becomes long, torturous and empty, I leave it.
way home
"Susana - Pedro said gloomily - is no longer a friend of Narnia."
is a dream, you know. I rate it more of a nightmare, always the same. The voice of thy brother died several years ago, repeated over and over these words every night. And you wonder how you can not be friends of Narnia. If that was the only lugar to call your own sometime. Where you screwed up, grow, learn and conquered. You were beautiful, as in England, but when you look in the mirror you notice your beauty Narnian was different. And after much study you, see why: here you do not have that glow of happiness and fulfillment that was always in your eyes. One of your suitors you once said that "you have the light of the stars of Narnia in your eyes, your face and your hair. You are bright as the stars of heaven, and your light illuminates the room where you are, even in daylight. " The last time you saw that light in your eyes was when you were in the castle of Caspian, and you looked at a isNarnian pejo. Then you saw your reflection in the eyes of Aslan, and the brightness was still there. Now there is nowhere.
Of course, everyone associated with grief over the tragedy in your family, and you have a sneaking suspicion that they did not consider it a tragedy to have died. That having clung to memories despite the pain, took them all together, without enduring a long separation, home. And awfully strange that home, so you've decided to relegate him to the back of your mind and thinking drowsy makeup, clothes and what your family lunch today. Miras
calendar, and as if poor sleep is not punishment enough, you realize that is that days. Others do not pay attention because they were distracted, never knew that day was. Professor Kirke sure do. The same day he hid in the closet that led to Narnia, was the day the derailment occurred is definitely took your side. Nobody ever saw, but every year by this time you do something special, just you. Try to take the memories, stand the pain, face them with a smile, not tears, and after failing miserably to keep them back, I reset, and two days later you're as new to the surfaceie. Today I realize that the shell surface can no longer hold all the pain and loneliness you feel. Remember your brothers, sitting playing chess, while Lucia was practicing archery in the backyard. You can hear them, most say they feel the characteristic smell of the air of Narnia. Marino and alive.
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not know well how to get here. You are on the platform of the station, and while it is day, no one there. Although it may seem silly, you sit and wait for a train you do not have tickets and you think you wear uniform, they surrounded by trunks and go back to school. By avoiding the standard tretions and the old English cottage. When I ask why you put silly faces and simply answer "I'm afraid." Hear the train coming in the distance, and think that was the last sound they heard your brothers and friends before leaving. You see the train at the same angle that they, the light reflects off the machine, and think about how easy it is dazzling and off balance, so you close your eyes, waiting for the train stops. When you open your eyes do not listen, and decide to surrender to the madness, because it is clear that finally went crazy. You do not care to live the rest of your days in a madhouse if you continue to see this cool green meadow in front of youreyes. If every time you turn you'll find with that Leon, who recognize her anywhere, and you can look in her eyes that shine back to find that you now know, is your real beauty. Do not stop to contemplate, fell to his feet, crying, hugging her legs, feeling its warmth, and when you look up again, are your eyes, your reflection, the brightness and the total absence of pain.
"Welcome Susan, Daughter of Eve, Queen of Narnia."
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