Marcio kept affectionate souvenirs of this day. It was the first time that Juliana observed detidamente. It could not be in another way since it was seated well to its front. She was small, it has taken and esbelta, well done of body, but far from the type sarado and bombado of the fashion that it detestava. The white skin, sprinkled here and there of freckles. The blond of a golden tone, smooth hair, below of the shoulders, but that in this day it used prisoners in a coke in the behind part of the head combed left that it absolutely pretty. The face was something rounded off and the delicate feies.
One wore with elegant simplicity. Its gestures were discrete gracious and the voice, more imponent of what if it could assume in its fragile figure, was melodiosa and pleasant. Of all the impressions that of it Marcio harvested judged to see indistinctly integrity of character, intelligence, romantic sensitivity. But the clear eyes, of mysteriously inexact color, were what Juliana had of more beautiful. Many Marcio times consulted the images mental that it had of the young woman, trying uselessly to define the color of those eyes something between ash, honey and amber.
They were not only pretty; they were expressive eyes as Marcio never capsizes. Perhaps the look of Juliana emitted a compound of severity and doura a bit more than that one of what of this -, with cativantes traces of sadness. Perhaps this was a point in common between the two, therefore Marcio had in the soul an irremediably sad part. Exactly when Juliana smiles what it did not occur with as much frequency -, the gravity espelhada in its eyes did not disappear, only diminua. (The moment where the protagonist if of the account of that determined person she has enchantments enough to initiate one paquera varies very, being able to be immediate what it is called ' ' love to first vista' ' – or sufficiently subsequent to the first contact. In this in case that, it is common that the impressions of the attractive ones of the other are accumulated imperceptibly in the memory until the process results in sudden taking of conscience of the loving interest and the accumulated memories earn new distinction, in retrospecto, to the light of the ripened feeling.) Marcio, however, did not perceive in that occasion how much the serious look of fascinated it to Juliana. By this feeling, the diffuse principle, it were taking conscience in the days that had followed, in the measure where the figure of the young woman started to appear more and more in its mind. But this lode later. In the restaurant, Marcio had the delicacy to control its bad mood, to perceive the discouragement of Juliana and to try to liven up it talking on pleasant things and saying one or another gaiatice to cheer it. Of this day in ahead, the rhythm of history, until then dragged, if precipitated. (Paquera can be so subtle the point to be situated near the border of the imaginary one, that is, can be unilateral e, therefore, nor to exist as relation. It is not rare to assume reciprocity in