Mundo de ficçãoIniciar sessãoBut everything was in the past. Currently, what was left were just memories and nothing else. Music was playing on a device on the small table next to it. And somebody insistently said... a cold day, good to read a book... and she couldn't even leaf through a few pages. For I kept thinking about him, about his unforgettable passion. In those days Marisa arrived in the neighborhood, a beautiful woman with fair skin, blue eyes, long hair and a breathtaking body. But, to the disappointment of th