Blueprinting Computer

The night breeze was dying crossing the threshold of the dark room, but moving the delicate green leaves of the trees in front. She watched everything from the window left open in the middle: he saw the palm tree, tall and thin, whose summit swayed imperceptibly, he saw the silent, sleeping houses and a piece blue sky dotted with distant lights. Who knows how many at that time were watching those same lights clear exchanging reciprocal promises or deleting old ones. In the silence late, the thought of him returning to appear as it did in the nights of clouds and areas of rain, and clear mornings, as her eyes.