On Thursday, a story.
To them, the disinherited. (Tribute remastered)
Mary's World is the world of the legs, such as children but completely absent, the soil looks up, sitting, slim suits sick body in a hole in the front between the supermarket and the Bank and all its horizon is drawn by the shoes of passers slashed in the depth of the sidewalk.
Mary is a beggar who drags his condition wandering in search of a sunny corner and is left lying on the ground away from the faint rays of sunshine, which allow you to survive in the cold and the hard pavement early spring cold and windy. All her costumes are a series of rags on top of each other ... it is your own closet
Lonely in your corner warmly lit and contrasted its tremendous solitude still more cruel if it is manifested in general wandering through dense.
But what is Mary that apart from the rest of the disadvantaged homeless nights consumed or wrapped in wet sheets of cardboard?.
Little, very little. Only his eyes clean and quiet, his gaze lost but pleasant, the apparent absence of hunger and suffering, his stillness that seems to ignore everything that moves above the 30 cm .
Maria is a teenager, but it is difficult to ascertain their age, although young skin body is limp and white, his eyes sad and empty, short or rather disheveled hair uncombed spring will not help to guess.
Where is your teenager?, "Who will have consumed those first years might be the only ones?.
I asked for a photo to illustrate this review, with a weary gesture that hinted to me, I offered money and turned her gaze turning back to the ground, setting it on the sequential design with the tiles form the floor, I thought regarding this issue, Mary, had no money, I wanted to see his soul more crystalline, the corner itself less impaired by drugs, alcohol, hunger, or who knows.
... By the way, even though I asked Mary never told me her name.
