danced with her red dress who danced with her slender white figure. His hair was accompanied by the movement of their feet. Rain fell on his face in a very sensual image that made this special.
As he moved, moved along that path he still had an antique look thanks to the old colonial houses and cobblestone. From a window
piano music producing excited. One boy who was part of that woman looked sweet melody that seemed to enjoy what he was doing. But that figure began to fade keeps the youngster can see that being so mysterious.
knew I could not lose, rather lose the opportunity because I did not doubt that someone that young lady was very free.
is look in the mirror, smiled and ran. He ran as never before, her legs moved abruptly, so awkward, she felt despair. He turned the corner but nothing. Not a trace of that muse. Seemed a dream, a fantasy. Perhaps
era. was no longer there. It was just a little moment of perfection was over.
He sat on the sidewalk watching the water run through the ditch. Feeling like your body is wet, crestfallen.
closed his eyes trying to hold the scene of women dancing. Suddenly
no more drops fell on his body. He opened his eyes a little startled because he still felt the water hit the pavement.
turned his body and he was there. She
.
She and a black driver that enveloped them. She
, the pilot, the rain. She
, the pilot, the rain, he.
she, him. They
.
One
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