Cofla was not used to smoke had to open the window to breathe. All I could feel was the sound of car horns that at times seemed to hit the taxi. The driver said, son I'll tell you a story, listen carefully. to work at night to support my family. This morning a few meters to get to my house, I saw my best friend gave him the final kiss of the night of passion for my wife. a Do you think after this I want to live? a And putting the throttle to its limit to be lost in the city. A blast, a warning, a squeeze made the car crashed into a tree.
And like a can of beer when it is trodden by the foot of one who is satisfied with its contents. Contracted taxi. The driver was the first to die. Juancho by things of life, woke up one day later in hospital, miraculously with a slight fracture. Since the seat belt rear seat cushion the blow. A soft hand stroked her delicate face. Mama asked Juancho, what happened? a vos what a sweeter and younger, I reply. Many things John. Then make a slight effort to look at the meaning and trajectory of the voice, was amazed to see the beautiful princess at his side. Why are you here? She looked at him as if he sees a hero, he told his friend John had informed all its purposes and that among them, she was.