The climb was hard, I just leaned the bike tree with a feeling of exhaustion, when I saw him climb from a distance.
The man dressed in blue, I had heard since I arrived in the country in search of work, but I never thought of him as a real person.
"A rich man and rude." "It 's always dressed the same way." "I do not know the age, but is an old man who does not age." "Nobody has ever figured out where you live." "It appears when you least expect it." "Bossy and bizarre." "I do not remember the name."
The information of the people, burned my throat, as if I were the same as if wanting to say. All those things, maybe I knew all along. His every step was a kick in the stomach, because I already hated him. Just that morning the sun was mine, as well as everything else. It was my peace, my time. I was not sure that just walked in my direction, but I could not help but watch it. He and a nettle sprigs that held in both hands, as if it were meant to give it balance, security, importance. When I realized that I was walking towards him, I stopped with rage, I screamed and fell short but decided half tear in his left eye. Now we were one step away. His eyes were so quiet that suddenly I relaxed so much that you feel the need to sleep. Sleep .. as all persons at some point there are no more .. and sleep .. without their endless sleep. And their "whole" comeback to remember what you did when you were all awake and neighbors .. And so I saw many faces, all together in that one face at that moment I had before. My body wanted to fall, but did not have the time. The man dressed in blue, with the strength of the quietness of his eyes, bit my upper lip, until I draw blood. The only thing that made me realize that I was totally immobile, it was a blink of an eye which also brought down half a tear on the right side. He took my hand squeezing it with me, in one of its branches of nettle and said: "When you meet someone who thinks of love, do not you ever cry from one eye. "
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