third snail shell. ten years ago I lost my sight. About five years ago I accepted that I am blind. About two to go with this stick and threw for more than one at that fool, boy thief. I know very well the park and the market, where boy to beg and I know how to get to my room, where the bathroom, boto where the bin, where I sit down to eat, where to sleep, what time I get up, when I know that many people in the streets and what a day for more sun.
today I am another year of loneliness, I know that today is March, "I heard today that we middle-I do not know what date exactly I was alone, but today I am one more year. It was more than a couple of years I discovered to my assistant, with whom I beg stole the coins. I could not put him a shot but it was that day that I returned to hear your angel voice. I use this stick at first was rough and aggressive for my hands, but was gradually getting plane. I took the bark and spent all the time carariciandolo Lueder began to be shaped and soft these hands hard as my heart. I do not care what I provide, I sometimes throw food scraps, other days I get bread hard currencies, is also the least-as today by ejm. Beating the pavement with my stick, guided by the sidewalk, to a snail's pace worried, with the half-filled sack. Hearing the car horns, the steps of the people, youth talks, the cry of alcoholics and crazy talking about God. The air has been disguised as leaves, their whispers I hear is music and uplifting.
Please help me to cross. ask I know not whom, and in response I hear the voice cracked and gray of a man.
The speaker of the cars are going away little by little the voice of the people away from my life and I feel unique in the world.
-hi-blind man takes my hands a little soft hands and enter into my ear a voice at once sharp and sensual time. His hands guide me huge breasts, smooth and shimmering. I feel at peace and I feel at this moment. The start kissing and kissing her neck find a wasted throat with a big apple. "She whines," I nibble her neck. And my hand is exploring a map carnal.
"We go beyond," he says and I hear a voice somewhat strange. But as I said I'm not interested in that. I walk guided by your hands dry, I sure steps, no matter what will be after, hoping to be the best time of my life, the best before, for over ten years since I have sex. Suddenly I begin to meet again to hear his body down a rubbish bin, "she whines so hard that my joy explodes like a bomb in the city. Unbuttoned his fly and get my blessing find something wrong with a healed wound and immense. He says his voice has been forced to cut. I stop, I'm shocked. In a moment try to walk away and instantly I am back in your body. I do it to me, I kiss her back. I hear night and children who sell tamales, bus, stray cats and dogs bark at strangers, the dogs at night many people know much more in these places. But I do not care, I do not care if I die now devoured by them. I feel alive!.
please take me where you found me, please!. I ask for not knowing where I am and after a few minutes I find where it all began, it seemed like a dream. About five years ago I wanted to die and today I want to live. I walk with my cane, step by step, came after a few moments to my space, my corner, I make my way in my room, including newspapers, cans, and plastic bags. It starts to rain.
