Empty Place

I began to get closer of the house, I passed through a huge fir alley and I saw appear a giant lake; the reflecting of this house aged, dilapidated, as if time would leave its mark. It was a ruin that nature had dominated. The only remaining parts flapped in the slightest gust of wind. The walls seemed to collapse at any moment. The garden is overgrown with weeds and brambles. I approach of the door and turn steel handle, always became like a memory, the smell, the wallpaper ripped, the floor damaged. Here I was already walking; all was like before, the curtains holes fragrance of Dried Flowers. Behind this place so empty filled of memory, my eyes upset, shed tears from the melancholy of the past.