The boy of the black bile spent his days sitting next to the window, looking, between sighs, without looking the cars and people passing by. He never said a word and if some one asked him what was wrong, he would just sigh and denied everything with his head or with a wave of his hand.
Some have said that they had seen him smile in grey and rainy days; but that's something very difficult to believe, because just by looking at him, he makes that even the most brilliant and radiant yellow bile turn grey and dark.
The end.
