She was sitting in the back seat of the black long car. It was something like an usual car or a hearse. She was wearing a beautiful big black hat and a black fur and black leather gloves, she was smoking. I could see her behind the fog like a woman whom you may die for without a really good reason. It was a rainy day, it had been rained before she was passing the street. Anyone could smell the scent of rain in the streets, calling a memory years ago, in a story with rain sounds. There were all black white cars parked along the wet streets, some were driving, some were parked, and I was walking along the street in a rainy day, with a non-significant story in my pocket, dreaming or a real woman with a real story, a blonde woman passing as foggy pose among the other cars in a slow motion behind smoke in a very long black car, looking far away, more than years, with a restaurant at a city light, Cadillacs, Chevrolets, Mustangs, she had a fancy past, there were parked cars on the left and right side of the quiet city, a beautiful blonde lady passed on the way once with a deep and far secret in her heart.
