I take refuge in a diner before the great gray clouds decide to descend on the city.
One of those fast food outlets, where each crap is allowed.
There, sitting at the bar there was a man.
A man dressed in red who eagerly devoured a hot - dogs in front with a cup of steaming coffee.
From this man I heard a story, the story of his life.
The story of us all.
He spoke to himself of time that was outside and always returned. I calmly told
, him with that warm and safe that you can understand "do not worry, everything will be fine, you're safe."
"The second slip by fast
clock,
tick tack, tick tack.
make company to all sweet dreams, and my memories
transhipped from these pockets.
cold peaks of the mountains,
cakes.
transhipped the beating of my heart,
chocolate and sweat.
the recommendations "do not cry"
say "I do",
watching these pockets from which
out clouds of crystal
and golden hair.
Three thousand miles of memories.
of Indian food,
of mazes,
movies, racing car.
of sunsets and beaches,
of puppies and glossy magazine covers.
Parades and colorful explosions of fireworks
, valleys, stars, friends.
My family.
silk ties
lies.
Bolle,
laughter, kisses, hugs, tears, god,
and Steam ..
and love ..
and above all, her .. "
A stream of thoughts. A life lived and savored, in every detail.
continues to eat his sandwich, as if it were the most good in the world.
She smiles looking at the coffee cools in soft and slow white drawings.
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