Camila Rodriguez Playpoy Gray day

looked out the window and saw the gray day, as his mind. Not that the biggest regret was not being able to use his legs, he could not, what bothered him most was unable to leave home, spend all day disabled ... Really though, why he wanted to leave home, if not had nothing to do in this town. The films could go see the movies were getting worse and worse, and there was no theater, no concerts, no ... nothing like exhibitions in the city where he once lived, nothing we use the time to look beyond to the idiot box, cooking, eating and sleeping and occasionally, why not play the Playstation.
went out to the terrace as he lit a cigarette and listened to the pleasant crackling of the match to encEnderle and delighted with the pungent odor that flooded all the off. The water beat against the bay furiously and could see the storm approaching from the beach and not see half of the bridge, the rain was covering everything. Continued to monitor the progress of the storm while burning cigarette to puff puff, though the air consumed more than half of cigarette, finally crushed the filter against the crowded ashtray, turning the cigarette filter, entered the room, shut the door terrace and turned on the TV again.