The air was heavy and almost suffocating, the soft light, the sun came in through the cracks of the Venetian and was filtered through the curtains yellowed now invading the environment of a warm and familiar, ancient.
He saw his reflection in the mirror down the hall: returning the dress still love her, she seemed to be back to many years ago. It is my hair in a bun and went to quell'opaca reflection.
She looked into his eyes glistening with emotion, and recognized a face that once knew, her feeling was like to review a friend after a lifetime without meeting her.
He went to the bar and stood on tiptoe.
was rising as the air in flight, it was like find a point of contact a hemisphere
parallel from which he had been missing for too long.
held his breath and hung his head. He remained in this position is not known as the ankles, but then relented and was forced to return a few inches more down with your feet on the old worn wood floors.
building stood with his hands firmly in the dock as if he wanted to leave, convinced that she went back in time, convinced that this was his place.
But the certainty was not to be mistress in her, needed a try: then lifted his eyes but this time the mirror revealed a wrinkled face, consumed by time and tired from the previous effort, the eyes were glazed antique color, lips painted a bright red old now.
hands slid down falling from the bar at your sides.
fingers brushed silk dress worn and no longer shiny as it once was.
No, there would be more no wise, no poster was posted at the entrance, no hearing.
time had elapsed, he had eaten was ... finished.
untied long hair is still there, look again for the last time that reflection in the mirror and then went out.
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