His name was no longer
- You know I love you for many years? - She asked innocently. Before would not have dared to say. Now makeup melting all barriers between them. - Why never say anything? - Henry asked for an answer. - would have been useless - she said eliminating the brightness of his nose. - You're right, maybe not ... - and stood staring in the mirror, she saw her reflection while finding none. - How long we know Laura? "Fifteen, twenty years? - And let out a puff of smoke touch. - perhaps more, and I lost count. images overlapping each other and sort it cost him in his mind. "Children also have no notion of beauty," Laura would say years later as he felt his heart hurt, below the ribs, there, under the breast, with the void of loneliness oprímete required. brown eyes, white teeth, huge as rosettes. It was beautiful child, beautiful and fragile like everything beautiful. Wanted to join, but not accepted. Always neat, did not play football. Was different. Sensed. I took her into his soul with congenital love with every woman cherishes. A mother of a child simultaneously. I guarded against rain, storms and summer. That's not being hurt insults and gossip. During the three-month trip to Europe, I cried every day and every night. There were only memories. Children have no savings. The sight of Frankfurt became her treasure. talk, what we can talk in shorts. Games and looks. The complicity between them. Scurried from the crowd. The golf courses were chosen. A kiss. To her the world. For him, the strange feeling of spectral incubations. The world is expanding like a magnifying glass. In the middle there where the light is concentrated, he. Defects, errors, irremediable. Boys and girls play together, because it is so because has been since forever. She suffered. "I will never marry." "Do not say never." "I hate children." "They'll drive you crazy when you grow up." And the moon was waning, and filling, as the broken heart of a woman yearning. I loved him. And I could not touch. Sought to find their look and see if still remembered. Never left. She smiled shyly and life was returning to make sense. An occasional call, I forgot the book, I quickly, two words, a sigh, his imaginary perfume phlegmatic pages. Indifference. The burning in my soul. The first love. I kissed him in mind. Already poisoned. Cursed, tried to hate him. But its shortcomings the seduced. Who is she? Hanging out with Henry. Crying in the bathroom. Mascara run. Wishes to die and death will not come. Pained silence. The languor of time in no hurry. His broad shoulders and beautiful in its face. I no longer needed for defense. The even more crazy. The smile and soft eyes. Saw. The ice gave way to the flowers. A call. Coffee. They spoke without fear, meeting up again. The friendship alive, had only been sick. Soon caresses, movies, kissing, auto, bed, and that strange feeling between them. - Did you always know? - No. - When? - It was not your fault. - It hurts so much. A voice raised called him on stage. Overall. It was still beautiful. His name was not Henry.
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