What to say about his life. Nothing. That's what I felt, the emptiness of nowhere imenso. His life was not worth anything. Nobody wanted his life. She was said to himself: "Your
the least.
There was nothing surprising to know how he got the gun. Her husband was a corrupt police sergeant. You may huvieran been fun those years when Bob was whether he called her supposed husband was a policeman in civilian clothes. Sometimes Bob, the man who was sleeping beside her, even pills did catch some small group of potheads on the beach . But that was when the evenings would melt into the night, near the beach. But now Bob was the reflection of that evil timid and cowardly. Every night he seemed to be making love to death. A girl was raped by death every night. Clearly, she stated:
"To get here, I have nothing. Only love emptiness of death.
not cost anything to load the gun, the chamber was full. One bullet left in his revolver. It said:
"The last, then nothing. The magazine is empty. All empty.
The cold tip of the gun, touched the girl's face. Your skin reflejava his 23 years. His eyes lost, even in the air looking for explanations of why married to anything. Nothing. Nothing. One shot. Nothing. Nothing.
A bird is inserted through a hole in the window. The bullet broke the window and now a fine breeze passes through the hole in the sale
