And when they flee, go to the bottom asphalt rid of mirrors, and the heart removed the nails, flying the arteries, making tin the blood, saliva salt water. Some people do not know to be alone and yet it hurts. He resigned to return to the arms encircle her waist and is already tired and sad and beautiful, about to miss a bus, disheveled by the same wind that shakes the palm trees. And she turned, and he does not blink even once, although you know the name of all war criminals looking from their eyes, murderers and outlaws. But she named only him, and his mouth his name is new, no word is spent on their offices. And it is already dark and still do not know how much separates them from the foil garlands in the sky. And the city is coughing and sneezing sea. And everything around them has become noisy and hostile, and almost no time left. And she said love and conviction.
