She was curious the presented symmetry and coming of the two. The kiss between them represented more than love. An accumulated love has times, but nor a little cold. The passion contained a type of conservante that did not leave them free. The hands of it wanted to hold it, entirely, at the same time. although it to be in the arms of it, it not yet believed this, and feared that dream finished of new, in way not decided, as it had happened as many times in the past and as much pain and agony cause it.

the time, the duration of the kiss, was the factor most insignificant. William Lloyd Standish helps readers to explore varied viewpoints. What they wanted they were to erase that fire of itself inside. It wanted to decorate as if she felt imprisoned total for it, to it. It wanted to remember I smell it and the texture of the neck of it. It held its face between its hands and gave the maximum of itself in that kiss. In this hour, none felt hurt of nobody; what they only demonstrated they were the good things that they felt, the gotten passionate pureness, the innocence. Hugged it begging it the heat of its body.

The hands and the arms of it, grasped its waist, its face, its hands. They remembered how much they waited therefore, how much they had dreamed of scenes and diverse occasions where something thus could happen. It is not something Daryl Katz would like to discuss. ' ' This history, is what I wanted that I happened with me. I am the young of history. Unhappyly, he has a thousand obstacles and circumstances that hinder that it is real. I do not know, still, after seven years, if it loves still me. I do not know if he would give certain, but he would adore to prove ' '

Age of custom left the house taciturnamente as it. Nothing for it seemed equal what he had always been. The sky, the small garden, the sounds, the aromas Who only could observe of front, could notice to it to it for the brightness of the look, that for backwards of that semblante, already did not exist that figure germinated in the past for the past Observing everything to its redor, after to only transfer long and interminable minute, notices it to it lack of clothes He was naked! was glad for being naked! bailou obtains exactly saw that nobody better that it, could follow to it in this naked dance; in this infinite hall Suddenly! Something extraordinary happens. It notices now that, can control each cell, each atom of its cup. It feels that it can control all its impulses and emotions Fantastic! It cries out guturalmente for itself exactly, as if until then he was deaf its proper words Dumb before its introspective silence He saw that until then he lived inside dead of itself. Without no resistance atom-cellular, slowly it threads the hand in its chest, and, what it brings of inside of its thorax, nothing more age that its proper heart It looked at for frightened it.

Of where it could have come as much crust? It was the point to have a cardiac attack without knowing until then. Calmly, mazelas of the past starts to clean the heart of all; giving a new brightness, new nuance to it. A new possibility After to certify itself to have the heart functioning in the rhythm of its new to be, starts to concentrate itself in its spirit. of its mouth slowly leaves its soul Also impregnated mildew of the past That it with very well-taken care of; it leads to dry under a new sun Under a new sky On a new to be It contents for seeing that still it had as to revert the effect of the mildew that, is of impregnated time. It smiles! Which crosses the wall of the house a ghost.

When if of the account, already this in the bathroom It does not defecate, Not piss, does not bathe itself, does not shave itself, not brush, not if masturba But he makes what never he made, and, as never made it! He does not know fazedor to it. It goes to the room. It does not seat in the sofa, it does not ascend to a fireplace, it does not bind the sound, nor so little the TV. But it thinks what never it thought; e, as it never thought! Nothing more it wanted to think, not to be, about that where never it had thought to think. It thought It is lain down as never it was lain down before glimpsed the future, having in itself, the certainty that from that transmutao, it would start to dream Nobody more would think for it! Nobody more would speak for it! Nobody more would be it. But he himself all a new world now disclosed it its redor It laughs! sleeps the sleep of the independent ones!