Perhaps English

Perhaps it would have been preferable not to return, perhaps it was not only a gross illusion. Maybe ...

.- Been a long time-a woman in her twenties and watched so many nostalgia lost those moldy walls in the absence of life. His fingers groped each of the areas that had remained untouched since that day.

Long time ... maybe.

And still waiting, though the light of hope in his heart was no longer a faint summer breeze. His eyes lack the joy that a child entertained on those rested sadly furniture, pictures and memories.

So many things lived, so many silent words, many mysteries that she would love to solve.

If there were even able to fix that which ate away the soul, the pain would end and the uncertainty of not knowing would be lower.

In the swing of crowded images in their memories, and his heart pounding hard, up the rungs of the ladder that lead to the first floor. Not with that innocent and primary energy that characterized her as a teenager. No longer with their dreams to the surface and the happiness of being with loved ones.

Everything seemed so distant, so cold, so unreal.

Had it been a dream perhaps? "A bad play of his unconscious? A desire? Is the answer to their pleas?

No one ever responded to those questions. She did not say them aloud. It was not right. Doing so would be like a prayer and she did not believe in gods.

It believed that with the absence or presence of the same, the same result was presented to him: loneliness. That it was pursuing, regardless of time or your mood. The one that made its coldest nights and days boring and monotonous.

In reaching that door opened briskly ever stopped, the desire to be there completely dissipated full of doubt and regret.

His hand did not even touch the knob, he feared the return contact any more real and misanthropic. His fingers hesitated a moment but in the away reflexively.

He left that house with my heart racing, and even more broken than it had ever had and in bars, died after starting a sigh, she turned slightly to see how lonely and cold saw that house.

An ethereal portrait of his soul.