C ee for the umpteenth time his watch before sending a new message as he left the cafe. In contrast to the thick gray mist that was growing inside, the morning light hit him without mercy. The moisture content of the deserted villages sprinkled scented water keeper. He walked a little down the avenue almost aimlessly, but knew what to do. The game was already inevitable and had the experience of good cultivation.
therefore had to be careful and think through the vessels, necessary and adequate for keeping everything going as best as the only effect to retain them as long as possible and not difficult to walk.
Once back, he let go out the window as she began the meticulous task of organizing packaging and labels. In a small red box would most distant images, a lock of his hair and the first fraction, casual, imperceptible. As had been stored previously not worried too, he was sure they would remain without much care.
With a look of tenderness he thought of his little hand, extended and still find that he knew the first question he did to free your skin. White porcelain needed something to save that child silent gesture.
recalled that he had in the second drawer of his desk a thin linen paper of a pale ocher would be ideal for wrapping in seven folds the curved silhouette that left him one morning on a distant corridor surrounded by voices while others smiled. And maybe, at the corner of a bend, there also put his eyes of anger and intrigue when he told her what they said.
always cost him retain sounds, was the first thing he ran down to make more efforts. Why he chose a box of lignum vitae, green and deep, to save his voice. There were precisely cut the sound of your voice whispered to answer the phone. Almost serious tone that she just wakes up, amazed and happy with an expression that opened every greeting and that he felt and wait forever, like a caress glowing over your ear. The wood is good for music and the rosewood is also adding an aroma of deep forest where it may be still longer, he thought as he savored the last tickle the memory he had left.
could not decide where to keep the smell of your bare skin or what pieces to choose from. Undecided walked crossing lines, reconstructing every curve and hollow until finally, consider leaving that task for later. In fact it was sufficient to start the game.
was, of course, a box full of papers, songs and poems, messages, letters and photos that did not require any precise order catalog or for his strength of actually amounted to countless other perishable objects and transitory. Its obvious materiality made them heavy and uncomfortable and he preferred to go lighter, save only the essentials, what could be transported without much formality.
was a good nomad who had learned to leave early and travel light. Anyway, left with the small packages on your phone if she called.
therefore had to be careful and think through the vessels, necessary and adequate for keeping everything going as best as the only effect to retain them as long as possible and not difficult to walk.
Once back, he let go out the window as she began the meticulous task of organizing packaging and labels. In a small red box would most distant images, a lock of his hair and the first fraction, casual, imperceptible. As had been stored previously not worried too, he was sure they would remain without much care.
With a look of tenderness he thought of his little hand, extended and still find that he knew the first question he did to free your skin. White porcelain needed something to save that child silent gesture.
recalled that he had in the second drawer of his desk a thin linen paper of a pale ocher would be ideal for wrapping in seven folds the curved silhouette that left him one morning on a distant corridor surrounded by voices while others smiled. And maybe, at the corner of a bend, there also put his eyes of anger and intrigue when he told her what they said.
always cost him retain sounds, was the first thing he ran down to make more efforts. Why he chose a box of lignum vitae, green and deep, to save his voice. There were precisely cut the sound of your voice whispered to answer the phone. Almost serious tone that she just wakes up, amazed and happy with an expression that opened every greeting and that he felt and wait forever, like a caress glowing over your ear. The wood is good for music and the rosewood is also adding an aroma of deep forest where it may be still longer, he thought as he savored the last tickle the memory he had left.
could not decide where to keep the smell of your bare skin or what pieces to choose from. Undecided walked crossing lines, reconstructing every curve and hollow until finally, consider leaving that task for later. In fact it was sufficient to start the game.
was, of course, a box full of papers, songs and poems, messages, letters and photos that did not require any precise order catalog or for his strength of actually amounted to countless other perishable objects and transitory. Its obvious materiality made them heavy and uncomfortable and he preferred to go lighter, save only the essentials, what could be transported without much formality.
was a good nomad who had learned to leave early and travel light. Anyway, left with the small packages on your phone if she called.
Prof. Alberto Collaud
al.coll @ yahoo.com.ar
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