L words forward as my throat burned, along with a group of missing butterflies fluttering in my stomach, such a crash that he feared that if he did not say anything at that moment he could hear his fluttering. F inally took courage.
- T an evil I am, "I said ironically. T enia mania to hide my nerves behind the sarcasm.
- P reciosa. U na smile lit her face as she said. D and soon ceased to be cloudy. l E sun was out, he was illuminating, he was my sunshine, my personal sun something that nobody could take away.
M and went and kissed him. Q ue good it felt to be in his arms, it took me so delicately. M and away and asked me to change, which would give a ride. C Orrì to my room and took the first jeans I found, which fortunately were just those who much liked me. M and put the sweater I had given my grandparents on their last visit, in demonstration of their love and guilt for not visiting ever. M and gave a quick look in the mirror to fix my hair a little and apply some makeup to my face. U nte red lipstick on my lips, it was my personal detail, and headed for the living. E supported Staba in the window staring. M and stopped for a moment one to watch. S or fell perfectly tousled hair, her hazel eyes were cleaner than ever, his skin as pale as the sky lit it glowed. E ra my friend, with whom he had lived so many things that I knew more than anyone, which is now three times and wanted more. S uspiré.
S and straightened at me and smiled. A hí were those butterflies again, apparently refusing to surrender. T Omama our coats, we left the house and we go in the rain, falling softly and slowly. E ntrelazamos our hands and caminam you down the street aimlessly.
