was a cold autumn morning, the rain fell like a giant spray vaporized by the wind played with her and that the washing hanging from one of the windows ... I sighed not wanting and a piece of that moment filled my lungs and then go drink leaving a taste in the throat ... The sound of wind seemed trying to humanize the watery dark clouds that extended all sides to even force me to imagine them eyes, mouths and noses to warn later as ferocious and plump figures show that sticky cotton, slow and heavy, were soaked everything in its path with moisture bleak melancholy and gloomy chill of sadness.
A huge chestnut leaf buffeted by the wind slipped through the window and landed at the foot of my bed. She looked tired, weak, dying begging for mercy ... hesitated a bit before becoming still as dead, hoping that might be found in the quiet piece of land he needed. It also thought I saw a face, yes! ... the end, after a few minutes, I felt distinguished as an ethereal smile played on his skin ...
Then silence ... Then, just a corpse ...
I closed my eyes as if to do so for the last time my head spun and thousands of images at breakneck speed struck my mind was the story of my life in a special last minute. Nobody told, no one was there to help me understand what was happening, and silence could only see, feel and be quiet, shut up and wait ...
opened my eyes, this time it was last drawn and saw a smile on my face it was very subtle, very fragile, but it was there, and that leaf on that piece of land ...
Then ... just a body ... and the silence took hold of me ...
