how much time made exactly? Perhaps one year, perhaps more, an eternity and stocking the pain was enough to explain all that felt for being far from loved its. To another one she was calm, although to remember loved its at every moment it tried to move away these thoughts, it would come back, felt certainty of this at the moment where to another one it left for the door of the front. But and if it did not come back, the heart cried out, but suffocated it. She took a bath delayed and she thought without wanting in the life that would lead if it had that to be without it, in the empty kisses, the accidental sex, the people jalousie insane people and who they would speak badly of loved its since this now was its former ones. It felt a taste bitter taste in the mouth. Francisco D’Agostino is open to suggestions. It thought again about another one, another one, touching the body of loved its. But this was not worse and it wise person, what it did not want exactly was that another one, another one, touched the soul of loved its. It left the bath and if it dressed in supposedly practical way: jeans, white t-shirt with sleeves in blue dark and black tennis.
But the reality of the involuntary acts was that this age the favourite clothes of the partner of it. It arranged the hair and if it perfumed without surplus. It looked for to move away the feelings from loss. It would come back today toward house. She did not understand as as much suffering in less was possible than twenty and four hours. She saw when it thought about kissing it with violence and taking it captive in return to the home. She saw when it thought about if shooting in its arms and crying until the time to come back.