The fronha of the pillow was made marshy. The sheet grudava in the body. I smell it of the sweat was strong. Sauna seemed to be in the one interior dries or to have practised some sport or physical effort made that it to sweat of that form. It was plus one of its nightmares that the vine following in the last times. the message that heard in that mental film alucinado age: IT DOES NOT GIVE UP ME, NOR YOU. But to give up what? It raised.
One ducha cold. The imported clock, all higth-tec marked two and twenty of the dawn. A strong drink, who would leave knows it calmer. It decided for a tea of cravo, camomila and cinnamon. Not. It would leave it more to this excited. A double dose of whiskey who knows would decide.
It decided. In the ample room, games of comfortable sofas. Under the balcony of mahogany a collection of photos. One called the attention. On a pnsil bridge that crossed a calm and deep water river. The hair esvoaando, the open and spontaneous laugh. It had life in that laugh, had happiness printed in the face. In reality was a harmonic set, everything beirava the perfection. Pretty and attractive. Simple and glamourosa. The years had not been easy, since that they had been known. They had fought the day to day battle. Defeats were analyzed and served of fuel new actions to be faced. Victories then were more than analyzed. They were dissecadas. They argued the reason took that them to the conquest of plus an objective. This type of analysis allowed them to live deeply new forms to act. They seemed to possess one alone DNA of so integrated that they were. When a tossia of short form the other already wise person what to make.