Of unique exhaled and exuberant inhalations, fill your red cells of overwhelming elements, that submit you and throw you to possibly rewarding experiences.

Outside beyond the movement on the pavement, Sonia caresses the sky and the sea at the same time,she has fled his friends, family, duties and rights, just to join us in this dance of debauchery.

We have given him his extroverted being, a night on a tiny scale, at first she gets dizzy, however, it is part of the excess. From so much darkness only conceives the smell of thousands of flowers with a tenuous petrichor of the past, scale the most convenient stem, polish the eyes and they shine.

She had never seen a galaxy from her sky before, each supernova smiles at her and sends kisses and caresses of light, light of death, light of eternity. And there, lying on the green leaf, cries.

She cries for the wonders that she has lost sight of for so many years, she cries for all the caresses of her mother and father losses, she cries for abandoning what life has offered her for so many years and she has denied it. While sobbing feels the touch of a herbaceous fuzz.

-do not you cry small girl, I see that in the sea of your thoughts you drown, You have a glimpse of a dilemma, therefore, it is time for you to breathe new airs -

The dandelion speaks to her with a voice without sex, a mane of petals yellow like the sun, leans to his height.

-Observe me Sonia, I am a being that is watered everywhere, my memories are in all terrain where you see the green grow. And in these droughts you must see my death. -

Its petals began to fall and its stem could be seen turning brown.Small pappus began to emerge from his head. The breeze of the dawn pushed them into the air, and they began to dance around their predecessor. Although the body darkens, it withers, there are children dancing regardless of whether they see their suffering or not, even so, the dandelion follows its process with dignity.

-Maybe they remember me as I sometimes remember my mother, However, to us parents what makes us happy is your happiness, because we live within each of our descendants. -

That morning Sonia awoke from her lethargy.

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