Sad tear (part I°) There was once..and there is not now more. ". the time was beautiful in which he believed to the fables" it said. The words flowed along her mouth and they went out out as a river in flood; she didn't even succeed in fully gathering the meaning of that that was saying. Nevertheless it was convinced of this. "The fables are good for the persons in love and I deluded him. " every sentence was lapidary, as a stele on which the history of the world was written. As soon as the discourse took foot, inside of her something revolutionary rose: the doubt. The doubt is that thing that makes us change mind on what we are, that makes us reflect speaking of this or of that, or of that other. The futility of the human mind. to talk indeed here are on the maximum systems an useless thing! The evening concerned toward the end, with the same speed of a boat that berths and at the end he found again. Alone. (inside of you you know that it is true) Alone. (perhaps it is true what said my mother) Alone. (who knows if he will call me) Absorbed in hiher thoughts, it began to imagine as she would have been able to be her life if she had made different choices. it Looked at her house. A mess of shed ornaments in mended way, objects and necklaces dressed of experience, doing part of the thousand lives that she had lived until then. "Thing remains at the end ?" she asked herself... A vague taste of salt to the side of the mouth made her start. Without if it realized of it, a tear went down ruling its face. "Here is thing remains. " At the end truth had jumped to her eyes in all of its power. Only a tear. a sad tear. ps Sorry for my bad english!