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  • I saw her in a corner of a little street of Kahtmandu.She was very old but she looked like a little lost girl. I came to her and I talked with soft words but hers remained inside her mouth and she did not talk. She was not there with me. She was visiting other times, other worlds.
    She was young once, and she was beautiful and she used to laugh.
    Every line in her face was a chapter of her life,every chapter was like a chest full of fading memories that kept her alive.
    She kept thinking at the past wishing that she could had change many things. Someone said that we look at the past wishing that we could change it but we do not realize that is the past that has changed us.
    In the busy street of Kahtmandu, she was like a sculpture. Her dress was colourful and her eyes were searching for answers to her sad questions about her life. I waited and waited but she was frozen in time. I left, feeling very sad. When I turned my head to have a last look and wave goodbye her clothes had became black.The streest became silent and the night arrived.
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