open your eyes, get up, not close them again. That happens in the days when sunlight comes in through your window, something very rare in a room facing the west. You go and come back, walk in a circle. Drunk with the past and the future: dreams I say, I now claim it: that overwhelms you with joy.
This happened yesterday remember? Woke up at the same time provided only that you did not stay in bed, but remembered the same thing last night to comfort your dream. Now it's like, your mother can not help but notice the smile on your face and you try to pretend austerity. Mothers are not underestimated: going to see Natalia. Why
delays in the bathroom? Water slides thousands of times and sailing the same routes in your body before walking into the pipe. What happens is you think about what will happen later when you meet her, so far beyond where left his home and think about what is going to say, but that is difficult, it is easier to think of what you're going to say. I bet that when you wipe with a towel and have another speech in mind, each with about five different possibilities to answer ... But you forget, and I know a lie when you say you prefer the surprise.
"Nature is a mysterious poem of secret signals" I bet you gonna do that, but I hope not to disappoint you that do not understand. Are you going to say and even if you think you've wondered about it. I think it's the opposite, that the poem is a mysterious nature of signs, but if I do not doubt your speech prefabricated, so do not be surprised, she at least pretend.
Yes, everything is a circus, until you're part of it when you think about it while looking at ants carrying and bringing food court. It bothers me that you continue rambling about the same until you realize you're not getting on the bus and you get the loose pocket and the conductor looks at you with a face. Let me guess that comes to mind: "It was my fault." Do not know how to do it, perhaps as a sign of humility. Wrong. It shows a huge ego, damn it, think the world revolves around you.
Well, I took a seat quickly, your mishap with the collector is not going to stop looking up for awhile. If at this moment to ask you what I'm thinking surely I would say that you seem to me predictable. Well, you guess right and wrong at once. But let's leave that discussion for later, better put your mind on something more relaxing, something that makes you feel good. I think the right decision, that to get to think about Natalia. Sure, the subject encompasses many possibilities.
For example, it is time to get to think like her on the bed. You're on a bus, irresponsible. I propose a topic: Will they think of you more than you in it? It is a vast subject, which actually is not much, considering that there is very little chance of that find, but at least you keep busy for a long time. Do not be disappointed so fast, do not say it's impossible to know, of course it's impossible! So what? Since you are mature enough to know that you can not have anything for granted.
The road is long but the minutes do not dance in a row but marching in column, and you see every second, one after the other. The sun is in the west and in ascent, is one of those days. What if you look slightly to your surroundings, not many people to remember your incident, also must have better things to think about. By your side, on the other window is that small child who looks at you curiously. Do you remember yourself? That's not left you with a string of superb "bug rare. " Children together are not very different, at least not go thinking about whether this or that person is good or bad. I hate those two words but I just have to use them.
Well, you just sat down beside a lady. Did you cheat and it seems that the woman also. I do not know if you pretend to be nice or if they really are, the lady preferred the former as I believe the latter, and you're still in the neutral, which unites us in a separate observation platform to the lady and me. From there, the woman beneath the opulent red perhaps hides some pairs of silver threads and I, we observe with compassion almost noble, we both know you would have preferred it with you she feels fresh and whole.
But the good lady did not know you as well as I, and I know that the only difference that existed between her and the twenty ay is a tiny amount of sweat on your brow, a smile hidden and intense friction, light and concealed . Come on, I know that you had never spoken, and if you liked, she would probably not you. Do not blame the city of cold, must be something more related to the customs, those that are losing the meaning, in short, I do not know ... We
. That strange feeling, that strange cliché. Go back to your center, there is, look, Tell me you remembered those eyes from yellow and brown. The color of a tree whose roots drink gold. Your skin can not be described nor his lank black hair but involve an infinite space If you get to have it, I'll let you enjoy it?
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