This woman with a brown cloak is walking the streets while it rains,like nothing is happening,with her clothes wet,not giving a dime about it.
Who is this stranger? She seems different,she seems interesting.
She keeps walking in middle of the street until she realizes she's tired. It is raining alot today.
The strange woman sits down on the parks bench and starts blankly staring at the sky,like there is no limit,just like she could see further than the dark clouds.
I bet she's got a story to tell...nevermind.
Her umbrella is in her hands for no use,the rain has caught her anyway.
The cold wind blowing in her face doesn't seem to bother her,she looks like a stone.
After a while,she starts walking again like nothing ever happened.
So strange,she caught my eyes for this long...I might never see her again,and the doubt will stay inside of my head: ''who is this woman?''
Daniel Viana Alencar.
