After much waiting, it finally saw the black smoke of the locomotive approached the station. It was no one, only two people, one of them was a tall, thin man wearing a suit dark gray. The other was short, somewhat shy in appearance and wore a dark suit with hat to tone.
This station was located north of the province where there was a peaceful and industrious. The cloudless day was clearly observed as the men boarded the train and sat very quietly at the side facing the window. The tall man, as he watched the train back to the landscape with an air of melancholy, yet his face did not reflect concern rather pale. His companion, a friend of the extensive dialogue, asked her questions about her family and friends. But seeing that he only responded with brief quotations, began to tell that despite the rise to where they were and where the siesta is irrevocable, not worried about times because he was his own boss.
The evening was getting to dusk when the train arrived at the destination station. These two men, who seemed to know little, nor do many intentions were, got off the train and began walking through a desolate area. Came to a group of people distressed and saddened that something and as they walked slowly, seemed unaware of the two foreign men. These people went into a cemetery and gathered with family and friends of the deceased to the point of burial.
two of them, a bit further away watching everything, but yet more tall man looked at those people with a tinge of sorrow and distance at once. The other, the lower and hat, he asked his partner to get closer to the funeral to see her family more closely before embarking on the last trip. Alejandro López Cánepa
2005
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