The day seemed normal. The sky was cloudy as always. the breeze caressed his face and his hair danced to the compas of his safety. Enraged, through the streets that saw her grow, she went to her place of work. Out of nowhere, a tremor surprised her, her body did not spond, it froze. Not a sigh managed to sprout from that immobile body. Death, as always, surprises you, warns you that it has arrived. It takes you by the hand and invites you to travel a new path, with return, perhaps.
