braked, not without difficulty by the wet pavement, right in the middle of the bridge. Sweat cooled rapidly and mingled with the rain that has been around for a while I had soaked. Not achieved to realize how quickly that went through his side of the forest trees as he ran, but had arrived where he intended, but not know where to come.
His body began to relax, the cold did not care. It was a moment with his hands on his knees flexed, breathing the last moment under his chest that slowly stopped shaking. He leaned against the railing, looked down, the river moved swiftly, dodging chipped or small rocks. Small globes of white foam were born and died in such accidents. He looked ahead and found a sight that amazed him even more: the length of the river in all its glory, seen to lose in the horizon, or rather, between the trees that lined and gathered yonder. But what I call more attention was the rain became stronger and enveloped the landscape almost disappeared. The drops were launched almost without knowing from above, as well giving them, and part of that great river, which in turn would lead to a higher state.
What if I were a drop? Said.
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