Every night, a tear of bony and tarry hope made her dream with those soft lights she had been watching for too long from her window. An exodus of dark kisses, delayed not only in time, but also in the bitterness of the already forgotten sky. Authentic poison, the bread of every one of her days.

She lighted a cigarette without asking anyone, and the smoke that slowly consumed it took over her eyes, her waist, and her slim ankles.