That plant, which was once beautiful, now was dry and sterile. Silent it asked for help, but she didn’t. I was walking near the entrance gate, thinking that he would soon be the last time that would happen there. You didn’t like that site, nor that city people, but it was not the first time that it happened, it can be said that place there was no in the world in which to feel at ease. It was boring, he arrived there from afar, acknowledged that popular saying that don’t know to where he’s going, comes to where he doesn’t want to go, it fit very well in your situation. Not fond of the common places, however for her, her life had become monotonous, little exciting and badly paid.

I had everything planned, a harmonious home, studies, work, but unconsciously had proposed be unhappy and he was succeeding. He entered the House, came to the room where slept for more years of which they had wanted, and gave a break to find occupied bed. A penetrating fragrance of orange blossoms the He wrapped, she ran to the nursery, there were while it wasn’t bedtime, it was assumed that still no llegaban del Colegio. His chest could not be stopped, breathed with difficulty. She was confused, he tried to return to his room, but legs did not meet him.

He looked at his feet turned into strong roots attached to the soil, static hands called for help, already not responding you. He raised his gaze but not images, she recorded only perceived sounds, it felt cold, it was wet by the rain that began to fall. It gave account that was outside the House, didn’t know if it was day or night. Many times tried to move unsuccessfully, he infuriated, cried in silence, wept but I was alone, nobody listened, nobody wanted it and needed it.