Her eyes narrowed, in the middle of the path that the tear fell, caressing the cheek that was already awakened by the rays of the sun, which were just beginning to shine through the clouds, wanting to escape through the cracks that were formed between the clouds and heaven.
Her hands slept entwined in the heat of the earth, which was drowning between so many storms, without ceasing to embrace the wind, every time she lay down in time to write the dreams that flowed through that river full of stones.
Without being able to take another step, he woke up banging on the doors of that morning, which they opened and with a push he jumped the bridge towards a new life, which leaned against the wall until he left his mark right there ...