That summer morning prepared to leave home earlier than normal, walked in a different direction than he had been for 10 years of his life, greeted differently to newsboy who sold newspapers on Sunday and took a different car that usually took to get to work.
At that time the group was in perfect peace, almost empty and the driver moved quickly through the streets while the collector was put to read quietly in the back seat. He managed to sit by the window in the third seat and began to observe the scenery out the window with special attention, as ifejo down his figure. When I finish downloading this followed his path, leaving a small cloud of smoke was fading slowly.
From the whereabouts had a small stone path leading to that place, surrounded by trees and signs that once functioned as a sort of guide and threat, depending on the user-receptor. Landscape that appeared to be part of their memories and that sometimes, when I was younger, he spent, as he used to say, the happiest moments of his life.
By entering the site search collided with the security guard who asked him the reason for its early appearance - "They a & desktop search, No sleep, perhaps to noon wake up "- he, fixing his coat and cleaning their shoes, pretended not to hear him and continued its path, it was interrupted again by the Guardian - "I advise that they not enter last night there was a problem with ... for now things are not good here "- he removed the guard's hand on his arm and walked towards the door. This was protected by a enrrejado made of iron and had an inscription that said the purpose of building, it seemed that he did not know at party registration to people who lived there, who seemed to be more a a center jailWomen, who seemed not to listen, began to exalt and loudly asked to leave. He returned to explain the stuación of your visit and hope to calm down, to no avail, attempted to persuade him to show your card without success and hope for the woman to calm down until I can not stand the Masy pushed. He ran to the counter and took the keys that correspondíaa rooms upstairs. The woman, shocked and bewildered by his action, started screaming and called the guard to persecute him and take out kicked out, but it was too late. Increased
Raname, but to no avail.
In this observe that in his arm rested several injection marks and his face bears the traces of a fight, took her in his arms and put his bag, removed the hair that was in his face and could see the face that, despite the years, had not lost its luster and candor, took his body and lifted it gently, willing to take on women that came unexpectedly and the guard with a barilla electrified and started yelling words that did not understand at that time had the impression that little sparrow that was "sleeping"In his arms, that being that for several years and now believed dead was so close ... but so far in his world of dreams.
The guard grabbed his arm and threw him down the stairs, hit him countless times in the face and body, while the woman took away the bag with the girl and checked his pockets, looking for an identification No, he took to the streets and threatened to call the police if he returned to the place. He took his bag and what little was left of her dignity and walked up the path to get to the whereabouts, with difficulty, since the guard had broken a rib. From the whereabouts looked the place over many yearswas unknown and that it contained a secret for years before hubieradado elcual life, until he married another woman out of spite and I think a face to forget, until one day someone told him a story and say who lived in him: his corazóny the reason why live another day, but does not make sense.
At that fell to the asphalt for the pain I felt inside, a pain that exceeded the physical pain, pain and frustration that would haunt him all his life.
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