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At noon

They will have lunch in the restaurant she likes.
chief embraces room, he told her she did not come for a long time, she replies with a slight smile, the end of the summer without a doubt, this is not so long, it takes her coat and led to their table and asked of him, she said, oh, okay, she talks a bit more with the same smile.
He could not say why he is embarrassed, a little, she has taken there, he feels the looks that linger on it, on them, they are very young, no doubt, and they are almost looks that accuse them of this youth, slight smile still on his face. She orders an appetizer, the server kisses, sorry it did not come, long time.
He says she looks happy, or perhaps just very calm, she looks out the river and the sky so blue, she said it's like there, the winters are very cold but with that sky there, very cold weather like this blue is rather rare here, you're lucky for being here now. The coming days it is not known, it will probably be as before, if we no longer distinguish gray sky cobblestones. We do not know if it is morning or evening already.
He looks at the card, he looks at her, she seems to have chosen already, he tries to choose, but he feels that it's almost indecent, the card, the restaurant, he said with a chuckle , it's weird to eat here, I mean, with the crisis, and everything, finally, if you think, by contrast, I mean, she said oh, with a look a little upset, or very loose, it do not know, he would not say that, anyway, he immediately regretted having said so, but this is casually that ails,-as if she was, somehow, out of reach, and he says it is, really, out of reach. She drinks
always looking outside, as in alcohol consumption sweet, in the light. He remembers a few months earlier, his haggard face, without makeup, she wore a shapeless thing, it seemed there to be severed, the body-inflated like a wound. Then she wept, she began to cry, suddenly, silently, it meant nothing, he insisted she speaks, but she did not. He was so destitute that he would not feel able to be more so, if this is now, He does not understand.
When inputs arrive, he asks if they are celebrating something, so this meal is not an opportunity for something-which escapes him, but that he did not say she ordered the foie gras Gingerbread with a macaroon with fig emulsion something a compote of other things, she said, I do not see why we need to celebrate something.
She wears a black dress-and slightly tanned skin, he does not understand that it can be, with the winter, he feels it is again in the summer, with more distance Perhaps even his body very thin, almost fragile, as relieved of any trace of previous months,-as if nothing had ever happened. She probably has hair shorter, clearer, he does not know very well, they frame, smooth, his face, bathed in a kind of cold light, almost unbearable.
At some point, he noticed his shoes, and he developed malaise, almost panic - clearly it had not yet this morning when he was home, they probably bought them meantime. He does not understand, she has already bought another pair of baby something he thought yesterday or so before yesterday, at the latest, he does not understand why she needed to buy today, and it frightens him vaguely, even if he tries to argue, there is nothing to be scared, amused, perhaps, or when surprised, but can not. He felt that he understood why she had bought shoes yet, he would understand why it had taken him there, why she was crying the last time he saw her, why she was so emotionless now, as if nothing had ever happened.
He said it was sad to leave soon, she says it's not worth it, there is this icy sun outside these winter days with the sun, he is this lunch in this restaurant, it is now, and until we do not know. You can never know, so it's not worth it.
They eat slowly, it would engulf everything, so it's over, absorbed, whether it is safe at least, there is nothing after, but he eats it slowly, as if they never gonna leave this restaurant, this time, this city together. He already sees that insists on paying the bill, and he who refuses, who is terrified at the note, she still insists, paying or not paying, and then embrace that may or did 'embraces not, with a slight smile, and goes. He is further away the river ice with the sun in her hair.
He asks, why you like that, he can not help it, she said that as how he insists, like that. She has a slight smile, he feels, in that smile, to have lost already, he asked again, his face clear his hair so thin that his body broken and his eyes almost laughing at times with light inside, he says he lost, again, it always has been, for him, lost.
She said, oh you know. I stopped being depressed, it bored me.

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It was long since she had not slept because of too many words too many pictures it was not lack of sleep washed in white pills, a week perhaps, with the summer, and the need to impose on his body sleep , to take time to herself, to which he was devouring the stomach, and it can not escape it for a moment, then she took the white pill and she waited, that whiteness is distilled in his body, numbness, into oblivion. So we had stolen sleep, the ability to sleep, to surrender - the night was nestled under his eyes, his body slumped in the flickering of the day without night. She was so tired it could be just the fatigue, if there were still coming days - if he had not yet taken a little, it will soon end, and yet it seemed it could not finish.
Long after, weeks, months probably, she could not realize it was over, she repeated, do, you do not realize she was asleep again yet, but she dreamed of days without night, days without end. She threw out all the white pills, or maybe she kept near her bed, without having to, because she no longer needed. She remembers the days before the outset, it was summer days, summer had long since begun, without it, the days were inert, where she waited, when there was nothing to wait, it was over already . She remembers one evening they were drinking white wine in the garden outside, smoking cigarettes, it was a bit cold despite the summer, it must be night, and she did not know what she was doing there, they realized it all for free for most to know, or they knew it too long, and they had achieved even before it begins, and she was trying to do the same with white wine, cigarettes, and summer. She envied them a little. They seemed very happy together. It was not a sad desire, rather like being there, it was just part of their happiness and their recklessness, their upcoming summer. She wanted them to stay still on the terrace in the garden to drink white wine and seem happy. They were beautiful together, she found them beautiful because they were together, she could not imagine otherwise.
She remembers a missed departure, she had woken up in bed with a warm light, with the taste of summer in the mouth, and she realized she could go, for hours already, but it was not a party, she did not want to leave, and she felt that with Light and summer, his departure was missed that flooded her bed, her stomach, her throat, she felt in her-she aborted.
And then a few days later, then she was gone. She had to go, it meant finishing a little, although she still could not - it was long as the time the summer finally realize.

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New Year

- It's your wife?
- No.
He looked away, his frail figure and banging his heels, made her somehow more evanescent still, it was eaten at night, already. She stopped to light a cigarette, her legs were bare as in winter, and her blond hair streaming down her black coat, she had to get very cold. It looked like she was expecting, but it does not turn around.
No, what could he say to another, she was too young to be married, she would never be his wife, she would probably never be someone's wife, he could not imagine being the wife of - the man who asked the question had eyes alcohol it was as if it was apparent that this issue to exhale in one breath-
- It's a shame, I would have welcomed. She is very beautiful. From a distance I saw it already and she was very beautiful. I could not let her go like that and then it is very cold, you would not let her leave like that.
She had disappeared now, he even heard her heels, her body dancing on its heels, it was somewhere in the night, may have returned - he could remember, her, yet For a moment it was her dark eyes, she spoke almost without looking, and a moment, she looked up at him was like the dark liquid, like the night suddenly enveloped, seized him - under his cloak he guessed a dress so light it was almost his body now, she shuddered, her fingers blue, her hair blond and very clear as the night around her face-
- It's not often you see a beautiful woman, I do not know, I 'm shook a little, it does not look like someone you might imagine, is like an apparition, you see, and now I know she is somewhere and she is very beautiful. You would not let her go like that.
The man had probably been drinking heavily, he had a warm voice of his drinking, his eyes very bright, it did not seem to want to leave, as if expecting her to come back to tell him yet Once, she was very beautiful.
He did not answer. There was probably no answer. Despite the alcohol had seen the man as he himself had seen, and he understood. She did not drink again, she spoke in a voice very clear, it was like the silence, soft, reassuring, in the deserted street. And then she was gone, she could only leave again, it was this silhouette receding, dying in the night.
The man finally decided to go in turn.
- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year.
He stood alone in the deserted street.