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metaphors, stories and poems . I watched a small spider on the wall, almost no importance to the hard work of this insect, as she graciously commented that all he wanted, eventually, materialized as if by magic.
Then I realized that I could not stop looking at it. I did not fall into evidence and change the subject. Apure sip of beer that bordered the room temperature. I lit another cigarette, avoiding her eyes. She was talking, that comment was already ancient history. I looked at their hands and the way in playing with matches. I looked at his neck, his shadow on the wall.
- Those not were ways to go through life. I thought.
Fifteen minutes later I was amazed, dazzled by all that came with it. Trying to know everything, inquiring, with interest. Listening carefully to everything she says.
I felt a chill and looked and found it perfect.
"She could not be right.
proud I was always a guy who learned to get off the train in motion without getting a scratch.
I left that bar to take a moment of air. Deep breath and noticed all the weight in the morning on my skin, and there was no melody playing in my head that go with it. The look through the window again. There he was, playing with the track wet, the glass had left on the table.
started to walk slowly, like those crabs Veracruz. Apure
step, and I did not see it anymore. 
metaphors, stories and poems . I watched a small spider on the wall, almost no importance to the hard work of this insect, as she graciously commented that all he wanted, eventually, materialized as if by magic.
Then I realized that I could not stop looking at it. I did not fall into evidence and change the subject. Apure sip of beer that bordered the room temperature. I lit another cigarette, avoiding her eyes. She was talking, that comment was already ancient history. I looked at their hands and the way in playing with matches. I looked at his neck, his shadow on the wall.
- Those not were ways to go through life. I thought.
Fifteen minutes later I was amazed, dazzled by all that came with it. Trying to know everything, inquiring, with interest. Listening carefully to everything she says.
I felt a chill and looked and found it perfect.
"She could not be right.
proud I was always a guy who learned to get off the train in motion without getting a scratch.
I left that bar to take a moment of air. Deep breath and noticed all the weight in the morning on my skin, and there was no melody playing in my head that go with it. The look through the window again. There he was, playing with the track wet, the glass had left on the table.
started to walk slowly, like those crabs Veracruz. Apure
step, and I did not see it anymore.
Friday, May 20, 2011
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