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At one point, stood still, and even though I had wanted to break the silence, I realized that I could not move. The warmth of the fireplace that until it was comforting moments, became annoyed by the skin hurt, the little skin that was devoid of shelter, and I felt terrified that she seemed to enjoy that while still running an excerpt from a work of Ginastera. say I do not know well enjoy, but rather was relieved by some hidden feeling disturbing that left his heart. Suddenly, the huge hall where we were started to literally shrink. My head seemed to explode inward unbearable and inexplicable doing that at a time. _Eduardo? _Leticia

raining outside. I invited them in, but deep inside him, she wanted to be alone at the time Gray, a coffee, then played a little piano for me. not fully enjoyed the music, which was strange because there were days in which only the tunes me out of the wet winter routine and soothed my aches and my constant depression.

I looked down, just to make sure whether what was actually was drinking coffee. I saw a thick substance itself is stirring in the old and worn porcelain cup and again to lift his eyes to where Leticia was, surprised admired then as now was playing in front of me, lifting her sweater up to the level of breasts without actually discovering them, and I could see his flesh and not showing rosacea as I once knew, but he held an ugly purple, in some places to observe dark spots from where he escaped a kind of subcutaneous humor of slightly yellow in color and a slight viscosity. At one point brought his right hand toward your chest, always under heavy coat, and overheard something like the crackling of dry twigs to break. I looked into his eyes, to show, immediately afterwards, which seemed to be his heart that even now was throbbing in his hand. saw the silver brooch had given him the second time he saw her in my life, which for more than ever placed on the instrument, appeared on the floor in front of me on the carpet, like a reproach. Leticia had left me, I had left. Loneliness homelessness, one life in slow motion, without incentives, condemned to think that somehow I let it die, I killed her. Now, when what is in me is just a glimpse of that great love, even the memory of his piano music, comes to calm even a little, my suffering. I hope at least that the demon in my head not to clear his name. The nightmare ended with three words of his, and my incredulous gesture of his mouth was heard: "Do not you appreciate me." All I remember was that when I awake in my chair before the fire, walked to the piano that belonged to him, which had moved into my house at Buenos Aires. And they and five years of that was when I did not want to marry her. once a week at least, I have this dream, and it may seem morbid me much good, since it is the only contact I have with it. Leticia Mujica, died of sadness and solitude, June 10, 1995, alone, and this is the price I pay: And perhaps the worst is that she was the only person who ever loved me, and the only one I ever opened my stubborn heart, and justly with those who did not dare to realize a simple ideal, which was the hand, the scope of a few words ... and gestures. I think anytime soon, the shadows of the night I take the hands and feet, I will. I dream in vain I meet with her and do not deserve it. Only Someone knocks on the door, at the moment ...

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