When you walked out the door, the sun had become red and dying slowly behind the row of houses on the other side of the street.
A dog wagging its tail crossed the road.
He leaned over, gave him a pat and thought.
I still have one thing to do.
He had tried many things before coming to that decision.
He tried to follow paths in the knowledge that every vacant step taken in that direction would have increasingly moved away from himself.
work. Friends.'s family. Nothing was able to assume a value worthy of note.
He felt empty, everything was empty and, despite his numerous attempts, failed to surrender to that lack, in the sense that you can convince to exist, but in reality just makes you move in a sea of \u200b\u200bstagnation.
All.
Everything was nothing.
All he had or thought he had.
It's so hard to realize what state you're living, once the decision to leave, he thought he had the awareness to be there. Breathing. Of life.
O to be dying.
He even tried to take refuge in love,
that idea .. looking for a last hold a meaning, but could not.
She liked it, had nothing of which to complain but, as the months passed, the more I took that feeling in my stomach.
His eyes. What had his eyes?
streets.
The dog followed him for a while, 'and then crash.
It seemed to have understood what this man, dressed in black pajamas, he wanted to do.
He was about to do.
for the last time before going to sleep, and with him they were withdrawing their homes all the inhabitants of the neighborhood.
All silently, the only voices heard were those of women who recalled their children.
"Join or I'll take it." I'll take it.
aeroveicolo One last raced on the road now empty.
not to invest in pajamas man was forced to make an abrupt increase in height, and then volargli on the head and continue to swing home.
was late. Perhaps it would take.
