Waking up in the air with the scent of coffee was something that was always in a good mood.
the intense aroma of roasted beans in the air expanded gradually losing one's being so intoxicating and becoming more sensitive, reaching to his nostrils a little 'numb from sleep from which they had just emerged .
The fact that she was blind did not prevent her to do household chores like any home-sighted, and although her husband had long proposed to hire a maid, she had always politely declined.
Probably, he also that he loved her, thought-Serena-despite its being so independent that its .. feature. But after all, the blind could not know that that condition gradually get used, and could not realize that in many cases were the likes of Serena to be an advantage.
thought back to that day, a child, where the park picked up a rabbit.
The hair so soft tickling the palm of your hand, gently teased the mustache back and could hear the sound of his heart, muffled, telling her "you see, I have a heart like you."
He was listening to the beat of that little heart on putting down her cheek soft belly of the bunny, and felt happy.
He got out of bed, put his hands on the chair in which to search for her robe, calmly wrapped himself. A chill went down the back, and that began toward the bathroom, got dressed and began her chores.
sons and her husband had left the house. Insert a CD of Beethoven on the stereo and began to listen carefully while cleaning the floor.
was the pastoral, one of his favorite compositions. When there were people in the house he never the music, it was very selfish in this regard, preferring to keep those emotions in themselves. It must have been only she and her music, too intimate a dialogue, only develop between two souls.
Moreover, despite being tolerant nature, could not bear her children on her own husband or offend her music. And then they could not understand ... no one could.
He picked her long hair while those notes came inside her. There was, to disturb the poor having to clean a floor, where she was the symphony the door to heaven.
was the orchestra to make them see the sunset, the clarinet to embellish his horizon with a few white cloud and timid, the crescendo of violins that tinged the sky with purple and magenta and the flutes that blew over the green leaves sprinkled with gold, in a vision so beautiful and wonderful as to be almost unbearable.
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