She sounded the grave of her infant son, sailing in the waters of sorrow, in channels southern end of the world. The dream
noted the way the soul of your child that died in a strange way. She did not know how she became the queen of death, to his home on a cold winter day. It was raining hard, and I eat water your rose garden in the heat of the preparation of lunch. Asolo rain that day every corner of the city. She saw the face of his son, who came to his life as a stream of better times. That day was picked up early and damp clothes. Observed brightness of the eyes of his small, when her clothing.
rained, rained, rained without ceasing. Curtain water was the soul of her baby to an unknown dimension. The day ended with tears of rage, and the night was dark bag of infinite worth. Any place in the life of her ,
continuous wet clothes in the sinks, and she cried with a great hatred towards the rain.
dawned and took the body of his son for burial in the cemetery outside the city.
kiss the infant's face and the earth fell on his grave.
The rain returned with her presence and her superb cast the last handful of earth.
The rain announced that his son always envegaría in the waters of everlasting pain, with the jailer of lifetimes.
The months flew like birds to the land of Egypt , and she dreamed the tomb of his son, sailing in the raging waters. The dream haunted her every morning. She hated the rain, because rain was the lady of death, which ripped the heart of his son.
her in the early autumn unearthed the body of her son, who breathed the rain in the closet of life and death. His dream materialized, with the sharp edge of the wound in his heart.
Everything stopped crying with her, when I curse the rain hard.
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