He, perhaps, didn't pay attention about these small sites , but she'd driven her life with the flowers than a day she could find on the table; maybe, that man looked at the green forêts or the horizons which supported flights, clouds or birds that descrived dances dreamt but there weren't important to her.
She's sitting in that table with a coffee and chocolat biscuit. She wasn't clossed in her book. This book had opened the old life but now, some ways were being finished by situations as the deafs of her relatives. A girl arrived, she had a crazy life about violence and sadness days between her brothers who had to emigrate despiste its relationships with the peaceful days of the villages' young. She waited that this woman looked up and they could speak for ours, but the first woman was interested in close all her ways.
Why this woman didn't like to speak?, I asked myself, for longtime.
A day, she arrived faster than first days. Around her, everyone showed her their best smiles. She was powerful und her clothe were brilliant. That day, the Sun was hard and only because we've decided that didn't be affraid it, we can discover that she was only bills, gross bills, but underneath, meanness, filth and misery. These moderns Times needed only images (behind everythings could develop itselves).
Not, now, we've learnt to walk, not against the Sun but we walked together and close him
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