A Special Brightness Silence. It was everything so quiet, so strange that night. Why? Clarisse was asked. It had in air a sensation of emptiness, and inside of it, a will to cry out, sliding, to leave for the streets, but to leave pra where? Pra that? It looked at for the window, for the clock and again for the window, there and through glasses respingados for the fine rain that fell, it glimpsed the cars under, passing slow, as they were a procession of multicolored lights, going and come. Seeming small rainbows. It looked at for the sky. All black. He twisted the hands nervously, hugged same itself, holding firm its proper shoulders.

Suspirou deeply, walked the slow steps until the sofa, sat down and lit a cigarette, nor remembered that it had extinguished other has few instants. It slowly continued trying to each swallowed, a different sensation. It closed the eyes, as it was wanted to fall in a vacuum. – What it is happening? It asked same itself. – Why this sensation of solitude? This inquietude? This anxiety? It gave swallowed other.

It did not obtain to find a reply reasonable. Soon it, a full woman of life, friends. She is this. It thought. My friends. Well that I could telephone for one of them and ready, finished soon with this agony. Not. Not. It thought. – This would not advance nothing. Who knows Tina did not have some suggestion. It thought. – Not. Nor It clinks, nor Sandra, nor – Suspirou deeply. Nobody could help it because, in the reality, it did not want to see nobody. But, since when it was if thus feeling? She asked herself. Retrospecto of the events of the last days started to make one, in order to discover the reason.