The air heavy of tardeera broken by the light wind that teimava in reigning. Insetossobrevoavam the foliages in one goes and comes without end. Varanda of portealtivo, to show walls cut in arabesques, being formed frames, under walls painted in one old rose. From the ceiling they hung arandelas emestilo Spanish, armchairs and Austrian sofas of manufacture, whose weaveeed fine, however pudos, they gave indications of that, outroragente supplied and of fine taste, it enjoyed of aconchegos, in the docesdias, packed for classic musics, to degustar drunk comsabores indescritveisCom slow and paused steps, entrLeonora, erect transport, to look at esguio. In the face a expressoindecifrvel, that nor far the pelemorena young remembered, black hair that they balanced in waves, folloied for the sensuality of its steps. They had finished arroubosda youth.
Its return, haviaagora, a slow, quiet and insistent life. Vastness seemed apausa of the world. In silence its to breathe made compass with the respirarsonolento of the cat of for the soft ones espreguiado its feet. It was a company indispensable in its extreme solitude. Spurs spoke with conviction. Adormecia Leonora inside desi. The center of the thoughts made circles that if widened.
Eramcomo rocks that if shoot in the lakes. _Cad meusperfumes? Cad my loves? – Even so having, never I yielded myself, nor one poucode my life, of my perfume, my joy. She was eager of me. Omundo was alone mine. was agorasentada, quiet in its varanda there, with fixed eyes in prgolas davaranda, where for pure love grass was born that interlaced if doavampara the feeling of the world. It has some forms dese to blame, of if facing and if abandoning the life. Leonora escolheutanto and very. It did not only choose to love. In one gestopronto, was arisen, looked at the vase of gernios fixed, complained semdor. – Cad my loves? Eramausncias that made it much lack. A very bigger lack that its pain.