derrepente, walking in some corner of Central Santiago, visiting some cochitril smelly, I prepare to take the bus that had long ago forgotten by the subway train, so my address that day took a course years ago forgotten. Agreement
my bag next to my left hand and pulled the MP3 to hear a song from "Sin Bandera" that transported me to a time of love and happiness, way down south ... dear south.
looking forward not because my walking is kind of slow and entrapment, which leads me to ride with his head down so as not to trip over some stuff and a hard time.
Suddenly, something made me look up and far away transantiaguistico near a bus stop, I spot a familiar silhouette and a walk, which somehow squirmed my stomach, giving me to try again, a cauliflower tortilla that afternoon chew at lunch.
not want to see, no smell, or feel to know that she was. beautiful and proud woman who was the only love I've known so far.
I blush immediately and almost in unison, I can feel a breath of fresh fruit aromas that every night he invited me to kiss her and say "I love you black."
My eyes wanted to mourn and did not know that, my hands wanted do something but could not understand why they were left sweaty and quiet in a jacket pocket fictitious non-existent.
Each of the steps he took, were a fool, wandering in the Great Metropolis, that at this stage of mental clutter, no longer seemed so big, because this meeting infortuitamente below ... for many years.
was much more beautiful than that one time when I said "no I love you" and his eyes had acquired a real security and not that which is hidden under the eaves of a haughty tramp to humiliate anyone willing to pay for the sins of their insecurity.
As we walked, I looked up to not look like a falsehood stupid to wait almost 2 blocks for the match and watch their eyes, those eyes that stood out in your skin beautifully painted cinnamon soaked in rum.
looked at me and those 2 seconds where apretose my throat while I leave breathing, became a scene from a movie of love whimpering.
- that is beautiful ... what a beautiful thought ...- while feeling those 13 hairs touched me just before it disappeared from my peripheral vision shit.
did not recognize me.
kept walking, thinking a moment to turn around and hoping also that she was doing the same ... but I could not, fear I broke the lovesick neck.
She did not recognize me. Not because today, physically this different, or because hueona has been made, but because the only thing to that would be where we looked like teenagers in love was gone ... did not recognize me because I did not love me ...
But I did it. I if the recognition ...
Greetings!
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