and saw his beloved approached her, his eyes red with love, love that hurts. She saw him charge, but pride helped hold firm. He extended his arm and saw that she did not budge felt the need to dig into his chest.
In a burst of courage, introduced his hand between her ribs, which looked at him sadly that did not quite follow his conscience all that was happening . Went ahead and touched the warm heart of it, but that was not enough.
I clutched between her fingers and snatched it from her chest, she suddenly conscious of what was happening and confronted with his own heart and began to feel death began to love in a way that can only love someone who has a heart to fill, someone whose love invades chest full of space.
While the heart he looked stunned, as if by magic, the heartbeat had been depleted to a stop, the heart had dried and hardened like a vessel clay in question. When he looked and saw the desperation in her eyes but could not throw his heart to the ground, she cried desperately not understand why, how ...
That would be the last trip to share, a journey that they both looked in pain and expectation. After the fall, my heart hit the floor and shattered like a clay piggy bank small chips spilling everywhere, hinting only a few coins inside.
She invaded the stupor, then finally understood him him, invaded the consciousness to stay and to understand what few coins were put in that bank. For when he managed to overcome and looking up, he was already far away, walking with his head down at the floor.
walked like walking the children still do not know which is the pride and are happy to discover that they can move onto her legs, rocking to one side and then the other in a casual bar that took him back.
