The time has come to relax. The protocol is over. She walks barefoot at last, on the still warm marble that was not cooled by the evening rain. She plays to dominate the world. The marble under her feet is her carpet. She looks up from time to time so that no one sees her flying alone and happy after the rain. When the sun finally went down, she climbed onto the roof and turned her back to the street. The world is hers now. In the morning she will begin to reign.
Llegó el momento de relajar. El protocolo ha terminado. Ella camina descalza al fin, sobre el aún tibio mármol que no refrescó con la lluvia verpertina. Ella juega a dominar el mundo. El mármol bajo sus pies es su alfombra. Levanta la vista de vez en cuando para que nadie la vea volar sola y feliz después de la lluvia. Cuando por fin el sol se fue, se sube a la azotea y le da la espalda a la calle. Ya el mundo es de ella. Por la mañana comenzará a reinar.
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