-I told him. Can not!
-Certainly; asked he.
-Yes. We'd like to be able to stand before her and tell her what I feel ... I know, yet, that I!!!
Jorge sat like Buddha onto those horrible blue armchairs office smiled, with eyes and looked, lowering his voice as he did every time I wanted to listen carefully, told me:
-To tell you a story ... And without waiting to agree, Jorge began to narrate: