They were guarding the line at the box office "Eternal Voyage." Received a ticket there is always posed a surprise. They knew that to send them anywhere would be a journey to happiness, that trophy that had so wanted in life, and had only found by moment.
When she arrived, asked if I could choose, to which he answered no, because one would seek the best sites, but did not give expired and insisted that the place saying that she would ask no one wanted it. And it was true, because in the cemetery was only the battered body, the soul never lived.
At last I paid attention and decided to give the requested destination. The blockbuster thought that neither death had removed the madness, but no cost cede an uninhabited place.
She was happy in this solitary gray village that cemetery. He sat to remember a story of her life that happened. There, at times, came a group of children looking for bones of a donkey. They thought they were in the vicinity of the place, belonged to those animals. The soul took them to the ground and gave them knowing that they would return nothing but try to keep them at home.
So let them pass the hours, between memories and occasional visits from children looking for the mystery. It was curious to see it did not feel afraid, and always came back to visit. Only had one wish, even after death he could want as a human. Expected to find, she never threw her dream in life, but it seemed that neither the country of perpetual happiness was going to get what he so craved in life.
In one of the visits, a sad-looking girl came up to ask her his secret. Knowing they would not understand, he spoke of a lost dream. Then a smile lit up the girl filling her eyes sparking. The small was considered a witch capable of fulfilling the wishes of sad. He said it would, therefore, that his dream would be fulfilled.
had not spent a full day, when the dense fog drew a figure that approached her happy. Such was the intensity of his feeling, that if neglected back to life. There, in the eternal embrace, he fell all obstacles, any trip that life had intended to ...
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