Susana Billinghurst Continued

something that anyone, from the ground, now could be allowed the luxury of giving: a "piece" of sun …
I look down. Needless gray sheet of the river takes positions the city shrouded in mist. Further, the Delta stretches his arm, and the other side of the mass of buildings extending the smooth surface of the field, whose dull green colors fade into confusing the first shadows of dusk.
A "piece of sunshine? What does he tell me the friendly pilot? From the windows of the Aero Club we have been sinking in the west after a bloody curtain of clouds. I do not think the aviators have the power to resurrect the Sun. And if so …
The bow of the device at this time, heads for the stars. To where they will soon catch on much in the stars. I realize that we are taking tall. And suddenly, the plane turns his tail to the river and the voice of my cicerone in the Milky Way, through the cable said:
"Here's my gift, a reporter incredulously.
Front of us, on the edge of the horizon burned, consumed, fantastic, the agony of the sun. Half of his huge glowing disk is visible even from up here, and our pupils reach to capture the last glow with trying to hold on to heaven before finally sinking in sinking of gold.
Susana Ferrari, in fact, has made me a wonderful present. She