Slowly leave the shadow of the insertion; The sun, reddish, prepares so cute Slowly leave the shadow of the sinking; The sun, reddish, prepares so cute, as if to lay down. The town of S.M., like a mosaic of cars and people, straddling the underworld. Andrew had just finished his exchange, and now he was preparing to go home when suddenly heard the phone ringing. - Hello. - Hello, who is it? - It's me, M. - Thank you for calling me. By the way, are we going to have lunch on the terrace tomorrow? Or do you have any plans to go somewhere else? - Tomorrow? Well, would not we just talk about it then? Crispat, red-faced by his colleagues, quickly put the receiver back in place. He took his bag on his shoulder, and went out. He walked briskly on Dobrescu Street, as if by something mysterious, and walked, with his hair in the wind