In its heyday, when it was the most famous actress and mistress of the city, only had a few newspaper and magazine clippings, yellowed by time. Today was another woman, forgotten and consumed.
which were dismissed had been his home for so many years, which had garnered so much success. Sitting alone in a seat between the front rows of the bus the return, older and tired, the birthplace, was back tears. I did not want other passengers to see her mourn. The last performance of his life was dedicated exclusively to the city that had raised to the top to release, when tired of their presence, under vacuum. He used in his interpretation of a mechanism learned in theater to the public only when he taught her profile, she cried for a single eye, to avoid wasting tears. So, in that moment, in the right eye, the only one seen through the window, it started raining.
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