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last morning

morning had risen gray and wet, rainy, and the streets were formed reflecting pools and the rooftops of the city and them sad and gray skies.

On the streets, wrapped in fog glimpsed some open umbrella, while the mist was giving way to a new day.
Lisa down the stairs of the grim old house on his way home, way of the rest in his face, already marked by small wrinkles under his eyes reflected the sadness, a sadness full of disappointment and despair.
In that old aristocratic mansion, gray and peeling facade, Lisa left the life, body, and also part of his soul.
time ago, life took a dark alley, sordid and lost, until at last arrived in this city and this old house where in exchange for some money, she gave her body to businessmen smelly and filthy drunk alone.
she remembered ever having had a normal life, family and friends, but that was as far as far as those mountains that were visible from your room, wherever it was down the river through the city.
The only time of day that Lisa felt some relief, consolation was that in which nearly took his battered and rusty bicycle and pedaled through the narrow streets of the city drifting, feeling the air clean and fresh on his face, was then, when his mouth was drawn a sketch of a smile. With clean air that came to him memories of his childhood memories of his youth, memories of happy days and full of life, memories full of light.
he crossed the old bridge leading into the neighborhood where he lived, Lisa stood and stared as the river flowed under their feet, even as the waters clear, clean, placid and constant down on the way to a future she could not guess, and never come into view.
absorbed in those memories and cycling path of her small apartment, Lisa did not see a traffic light was red and moved forward, then a truck coming from a side street, the creek, the truck brake as quickly as he could but was not fast enough, the blow was such that when they got out the bike under the truck, this was a mass of bent and twisted tubes.
When the trucker low to try to help this woman had time to hear the last words of Lisa, and seeing her face as a small smile.