Let's talk about the snow When he awoke that morning the street was flooded with snow, wearing a pale skin cracks and colors.
not remember ever seeing snow. As I looked out the window, somehow knew he was smiling.
Under that new dress the day was like a holiday or a Monday morning. It breathed a quiet stranger, as if the city had moved to another part, or no longer exists ... breathed the same air that showed the hand of the girl of cinema, when he stroked the hair on the seat opposite.
smiled.
The snow had covered the fake laughter, the voices that scream but never hurt, forced silence, individualism ... Outside
everything was white. Slowly
people broke away from their homes and left to feel the snow. Laughter, laughter really came from the corners, and soon covered not know what to do.
But soon things were different ... Over time the snow still covering the streets, and some began to hate. They met, made banners and posters and placed them in front of their houses. But others loved it from the beginning, and in every neighborhood centers formed to protect.
While the vast majority of people remained indifferent.
Then began the debates, attacks, violent struggles to gain followers ... All
worse every day, and was so ...
awoke.
He joined a few seconds before getting out of bed. When he approached the window, observed the same street as always fades ... and knew that most would not see, was covered in snow.
