The day was spectacular, sunny, with a refreshing breeze.
could be any day, but it was the prologue of the spring.
The last day of winter and therefore adjacent to the first day of the flowering season.
Square, incomparably beautiful characterized the village, making it unique.
Joan and Tomeu, sitting on a bench, recall old stories.
Xim, carrying a beautiful bouquet of yellow tulips, and slowly crossed the square parsimoniosament, it seemed that you're in another world.
Despite their everyday conversations this morning did not fix them. That day never did.
millimetric accuracy Following his usual way, he went to the outskirts of town.
A few kilometers towards the west, was the brief flirtatious and cemetery of St. Agnes.
Xim entered it, decisively, the sacred site.
atalaiava some tears down his cheeks.
be felt deeply grieved.
He sought, unsuccessfully, the tomb of Anna, his partner.
Tired, with a smile on his face, left the small enclosure.
When you leave the cemetery there wore flowers in their hands, the same bunch of tulips, a deep yellow.
The slow rate of return became the hurried pace lap. Despite rising
coast that led to the unique place, this time when she noticed the presence of Joan and Tomeu.
He sat a few minutes with them.
When asked by both the time for this sublime branch, after a slight hesitation, he replied.
A dream my friends, it all started with a nightmare.
That night a few years ago, made me believe in my sudden separation of Anna.
A tragic breakup, only existing in the dream world. On a day like today celebrate this anniversary with a bouquet of seven yellow tulips for my beloved.
But first I go to the cemetery to bear in mind that I can still enjoy the joy of loving and time still remains for us to share.
A nightmare spring I become one of the many tributes to the love of my life, Anna.
Year after year, that ritual is reproduced like the first time.
Designed and written by James Cox.
(3rd story that has been in the competition program of short stories "We speak" IB3)
Thought by Traficante de Sueños 
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