I never told her
A rare Sun-ray, like a stamp, insisted on appearing on a day between September and October, a rainy Friday, gasoline prices in the South Continent with higher variation, and with little hope smashed in the pocket. The dirty, expensive glasses tucked into the inside pocket of my blazer. I can not see without glasses. I do not hear very well; my attention changes stroll. The humid air was a splendid taste waiting for people, an illusion. To my life, it was a future without a tomorrow, never seen again. A friend greeted me: it is me, man. She passed along, and I saw the traces of high shoes cracking the sidewalk with an enchantment of a woman with a clear decision to follow, a direction to do a logical thing or decidedly cause a nightmare in the life of someone. In her face was inscription an annoyance charm natural from that day. Their eyes were green - or not, a trail between her eyebrows, giving a fashion look on the place, a responsibility to do. Maybe do not marry o