Sunday, June 27, 2010
Ice Cream Hair Dye Inebrya
Occasionally we did in the presence of the boy who sleeps with you every night. I remember it teary eyes, defeated, until one day I got tired of seeing so and wiped her tears at once, remember? The young man stood silent and motionless for a moment. When reacted later, another appeared.
still do not quite know what was what went through your head, what made you become aware and change, but eventually I knew that never again mourn.
got up slowly, moving toward you and caressed you with exceptional quality as you did on the side. Feel your touch brave and determined, even optimistic, and this gesture resulted in dismissal, sad for you by the abandonment of that new hand, fruitful for him by his incomprehensible but welcome revival. You stare at the wall, as punishment, but feeling his back. You could note on your breath that the room seemed to be specially charged for the young and sticking firmly to the window to take me with pleasure. She turned slowly and pulled the cabinet a wooden box kept in the first wedding they attended, one of several safes.
still kept a clean fresh smell.
Far from wanting to remember, not even those good old days, ran the cover closing the box again, watching the objects that were inside were stained dark. Looked the other boxes and left the room without more.
I heard the plant way down the stairs, opening and closing the door, and the waning sound of his footsteps on the ground.
- Will he return? - , you ask me.
- Probably not ... - , I answered.
Despite having wiped her tears many times, you are a single shade, without life, and I'm just air.
never could be eternally in it.
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