The dog did not want to go, and goodbye to my magic stone was in the distance. Just wanted to see my past. And although it was dark and he was funny also Lua, I went into that field until you can see it well. The highway was in the middle but still I could see them. First I saw him, tall and handsome. Reflecting looked down shyly, but she did go to decided, fixing his eyes and a smile rogue air. She, short and with a slightly posh placed her hand on his knee, he did the same outgoing stroking his leg bone, all in complete silence, perhaps because they were hiding behind a bush, or perhaps because the silence was the best way to understand. He seemed to be the neighborhood bad boy, tanned and in fights and girls, hard but able, if it is cold, take off his jacket to put it to her. With less life and with the ease of which has not suffered it, which boasts rise in its motorcycle tough guy and grabs his ribs to feel safe and secure, alas, who knows if for life. And the pocket a red sweatshirt makes them accomplices in a join hands.
I sit and light a cigar while the dog decides to wait further. You can tell they know nothing about each other. Why have suffered, that unites them and separates them, what annoys them, what they have done the past eight years, which felt that summer or sleep well. Are regarded with the curiosity of time and distance. With the love of complicity. He abandoned his air of neighborhood and formal dresses. Apparent maturity for each of its pores and knows where to stand. She left behind fear and cowardice and seems smaller. The silences are broken with alcohol and computer points. There was nothing to lose.
feel the cold in the hand holding the cigar. And the air prevents me from doing oes with jaw strokes. I have an upset stomach and I can not see the dog. I decide to get up and slight dizziness makes me close my eyes. I see them, he cute and handsome, with his bow and stomach pain. Would have liked to bite your tongue, you may not have gone, not thinking, not listening. She shows pictures of then and try to guess what happened. And why now. It's late.
I run behind the dog, who decides to return home without a leash and to come to the door sits and stares at me. I bend down almost to screaming and the tears came in my eyes. None known. But he will miss, because the clock never given a chance.
