Good morning, he said, not very good said it, but with the smile of a rising and falling allowed me to feel it, a little sigh and I say, good morning. My eyes crying because it is nothing more than a simple crunch that sent in my interior so as to know that waiting is a desire, until the other day just to see it. Patient I wait for him in the same park, what we were with the afternoon, eager to see him with his breast close, with a rose in his hand hiding it from me and the people in sight, confused wonder what happens. We have been married for 30 years and we are the same as that day that afternoon.