It descried it between the full positions of people, in the middle of the bullicie of that behind schedule of January. It surprised a girl, of extreme pallor and green eyes. It flashed with a red own dawn that were fused in green a bluish one and an intense one. But as I disillusion seized of its face, the dawn was vanished. And that generated a sharp doubt in its interior, of powerful form. Who was going to say that that preoccupation would mark to him of by life. In the middle of the multitude a dark cloud group raised itself looming in the middle of the small square.
It was afflicted, she had not sold anything and now above the foolish wind took part of the merchandise that rain had not dunked… It did not find way to save it. She raised her glance to the sky again like demanding something, but the will of its front did not perturb. Frustrated one dissipated in the middle of the murmur neglected of the fair; consternado and confused it lost it of Vista. In the middle of the crowd, that discussed the fact of the incipiente storm… It would never have deparado in the sign of flowers and salt that Gwyn left its step. And it began to follow it without knowing it almost.
Tired to walk one seated in a small precipice. It watched around and it did not find answer some. It found the flowers at the moment at which it broke to cry. She was still more beautiful dunked and with the gray dawn. Fleetingly their glances were close.
- It manages to save it of the storm emitted with serious voice
-… ...
- we see ourselves.
Thanks-said she and him a smile. It was lost in the middle of rain with a kiss kept in the soul and with a small blue flower that threw in the cliff that was contiguous with the cemetery of the town.