The girl with the orange umbrella

In the perpetual downpour of the unidentified locality, the light walks the shadow that is surprised. His eyes are two bright orbs in the bored, they maintain stories that no one predicted, with his orange umbrella, like the sun, he breaks the silence of the sleeping world.

They say that she cries for lost dreams, for love letters that the wind swallowed, but with each step the lilies bloom and in her gaze, peace is awakened. Her kimono greets like wings of fire, Rain Angel, secret of heaven.

The children follow her, laugh without fear and time hides to see her pass. Some people stand on an old station platform, waiting for her, with a notebook full of waiting and although no one knows her real name, they refer to her as the girl with the orange umbrella.