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She liked the cold, take a walk for a floe bare, cold hands usually wore, rub them was admiring view of his walking pace, exactly as chords are seen some fine instrumental song. On waking in the morning looked out the window, and a slit-q ue intentionally she half opened in the glass-let in a subtle and sharp winter cold that came in the face. He got up suddenly wanting to get out as soon as possible , enlisted and put on his coat, tried to close it and noticed that the zipper was broken, then tied co mo some snaps could quite useless also brought his coat and went out, the walk did not expect.

slid his nimble feet tapping the stairs eager to the railing and then felt the cool air on his cheeks, opened the streets to their eager eyes they pretended to devour an patiently graceful details of the city. It is dusk initiating the movement is grand streets of the capital and this overcrowding of roads discouraged its light path, recalled that he was hungry and went to a cafe looking for some miracle to feed the body. There in the distance, at the table you like most, found the eye of that s friend for some time I kept staring at her. Fluid and talked nonstop, eating was a nice excuse o p accompanied a while, time passed without noticing until the place was practically empty, had been done or evening and decided to leave.

- Aj! - She said, looking disappointed. Had tried to close the shelter or, forgetting that his zipper was damaged.

- Are you okay? - Asked him, was available zipper helper and she tells ba with a funny face of apathy.

He replied with a smile and laughed, poorly ed April quickly backpack he was carrying, pulled out a small pair of pliers, knelt for comfort, made few moves to defective rail and coat ed pod resealed. He rose slowly, in conjunction with the sliding closure, without d ect looking at her, fixed his eyes intense with it for a few seconds and kissed her.

of new and varied ephemeral emotions lived for a week. To leave one morning, she must fulfill their social obligations, he noticed that the zipper back to give him trouble, had no time-usually cost him much time to reach those instances that are not motivated any fiber of his being- pins tied as the first time that he could not close her coat, kissed him and left. Arriving by night at his house, looked at the closing arrest of his coat, which already had become his companion with a little force and certainty pulled the zipper and got repaired. That morning saw him no more, spent the days and knew nothing of him, when he returned to find, after a good long-lived furtive encounters that only end when he decided to disappear. Also, it was time that their existence in it crystallized into a spinal apathy and indifference. Wind listened between the lines he drew strong pangs of love, and did not care anything about what he was referring could move, or as they shared as friends in a cafe or even enough to become a priority over social obligations that she really hated. Definitely stopped watching, but probably often have been together at a meeting organized by various friends who had in common, however, the last time I remember so clear was that morning when he left in a hurry, she could not objection to the empty words and broken that he was beaten and now bred and kept repeating himself.

Very favorably that day afternoon he stopped making eye contact, she straightened his zipper again without any damage, the next time you shared with him were part of that faded into the fog. He remembered what it was, compared to the thin, cold breeze blowing through your window, closed his eyes tightly that softened the fall in sleep. At dawn, she came back eager to bars while walking with his partner of routes that sheltered during those cold winter days, the happy evenings with friends and iridescent glow of changing colors in the city.