sailing above the water a bunch of roses, supported by the inertia of the wave mobile moving like a cloud in the sky in August. There was so much so that its bright colors could be touched, and impalpable ghost but it was incredible. As a testimony of God's little girl was sitting on the edge of the river, cuddle her bony knees cocked his head sideways to see a surprise bouquet of fresh flowers delivered by a slight current so much that lead who knows where. Perhaps the sea, he thought, he knew to be far away. Looked after him, the gentle rocking of heavenly flowers that, gradually, it became just a small red stain growing up to turn into a dot just imagined. Only then closed his eyes and opened them a little 'disappointed. The love song stopped suddenly as it had begun, when the roses disappeared from his view, and the day resumed the usual colors without any news. But then the water changed, became lace and increase their vitality. With arrogance pushed and whirled carrying with it a bridal veil white and soft. To the sea, he thought the child. The tulle disappeared very early and quickly became only a memory. The lullaby of love that she felt went only a little, to end up in anything like the bridal veil. For a moment the night seemed to resume its size, until a mild stroke followed by a splash heralded the appearance of a foot over the edge, almost at his feet. She was a bride's shoe, iridescent and decorated with a bright little button, whose heels struck the boulder with a dancer moves her closer. The child unconsciously moved toward that object which, unfortunately, already sailed away carried by the static force of the river sleeper. She stared at the shoe as if it were a revelation too soon silenced, a confidence that the world villain who hid as she could steal at least a little of his deepest secrets. The liner, stepped up to the waterfall, to fall and vanish into the depths of the sea. A new song vibrated el 'love was broken, even when he passed her a white dress with a groan from succumbing to the movements of the mighty river that flowed at his feet. Only then will the child understood and, sitting back in the moss covered rock just before he found himself playing with a strand of hair, still rebellious and indifferent childish love.
That night Gloria had known the story of a woman forsaken and alone, in the river, was freed of the agony of a broken love affair.
* * GiorgiaM
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