Baúl de basura.

Alone, Together in the World

They were standing there, just there, so quiet, so causious, so evil...

Just there feeling the strong sunshine burning their skin.

Not moving, not touching, not speaking, almost breathing the heavy smell of those fire-reded blossoming little roses.

Thousands and thousands of roses, being freshened by the blowing wind and being loved by these two standing human beings.

"Are we dying?", the female said.