It\'s darkness, cold and a deep, unpleasant silence. Nothing on TV, the computer doesn\'t work and every one is out. I try to listen some music.
I hear the sound of the flute stronger and
The Sea lies endless at the limits of the city and in its mirror reverberates the sky with its charming blue. Maybe the city is the one that borders the sea but in the dying man\'s eyes, the eternal
Late in the night, with a glass of wine in my hand, I went out on the porch. It was so cold, a dried wind was penetrating into my body but I didn\'t feel anything anymore.
- He was a good