came down in the elevator and take the opportunity to kiss him again, perhaps the last. She barely moved her lips to Robert, I thought to get carried away thinking, even, perhaps agree to go back to the sixth floor so well, blurring the final obvious point, perhaps followed that with so much to blurred in sheets. But in reality she was not expecting anything. And Roberto, ... Robert was aware of random chance encounters always governed by two people, with eyes closed, they want recognition. And this is normal, I thought, there comes a time when one is aware of that empathy is the result largely of necessity and not a strange interplanetary conspiracy aimed at uniting two souls parallel. So that look suspicious that premature nostalgia lay flooded thousands more hoaxes gestated by the desire to believe in destiny.
And so, Roberto walked her to the next street. Taxis went there and she was going to pick one. Steps were now slow, very different from the stride with which trod those tiles a few hours earlier. Of course then walked light, now realize what it takes to be yourself when you have been two for a while, no matter minutes or seconds. Life does not mean insignificant particle. She got into the car. He thought of something to say it, but that only allowed a pre-set comedy "Goodbye." "Get out of paper?" Breaking the rules? It only makes sense when you're tired of swallowing happy lanterns. When I remember the promises vanish in a long phone list.
The taxi left and Roberto resumed his way back home. I really had the white head. He smiled, even thought to think that girl in the timeshare, but did so vague that it could be another requirement than the script that perfect Saturday night. But something drew him from his bewilderment. A sharp infant crying from behind some trees on your right. He went to where they came to meet, to his utter amazement, with a newborn wrapped in a blanket and a rosary around her neck. He came and took her in his arms. Clear that the small did not stop to mourn, so he ran with him to where he had left the girl with the intent to take a taxi to a hospital. The first happened does not put too many impediments to approach it without paying to "La Paz", as Robert, not to have this unexpected, had empty pockets (excepting the sheath of a condom and a pair of Cuban pesos).
- Put your head at your shoulder and pat on the back, you suggested the driver.
Indeed, the baby left to mourn. Looked at his face, his eyes closed and his fingers jamming straight lines on his shirt. The rosary lay in one of the red buttons on the jacket he was dressed. The driver asked him questions to which the young man could hardly answer. I could not find the words. Some of what happened, or perhaps all, do not fit well, gave him an insanely upset. At that time, Robert began to mourn.
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