The transiting through an unfamiliar place has a risk. "If you will excuse the exaggeration Lost. On the other hand it is fun. Questions. I explain. Resume its journey.
How not lost. I approached the girl leaning against the railing. I smile. Wonder. Raise your head. I returned a smile. Indeterminate accent any country in eastern, guides me. Avoid at all times meet with my eyes. Her eyes just say a word. Sadness.
cross the street in the direction indicated. I can not help, I can never - turn around. I look to the railing. Observed seen the faded beauty of this woman. With the hope of seeing it emerge full and powerful, breaking the chain that seems to tie her to that rail. Play as your eyes to the world submit their dignity.
often forget that cruel reality beats off the weak beats of the heart of my dreams pilgrims. An old man soba, tries to approach her mouth to her neck. Her body seems to be left to do. Our eyes are in hundredths of a second necessary to shout in unison.
disgust.
0 comments:
Post a Comment