I A man dressed in sleek black coat, calmly entered the downtown building. Rises three stories faded as the day, quiet almost ceremonial, leaning lightly on the handrails. Pulls out papers from a briefcase. Serial papers, papers tied with rubber bands, stamped papers, papers that the indifferent employee of the inn seems to hate, but receives and caresses with compassionate patient librarian. It fits into a slight twist tie, includes the corridor full of people waiting almost despair, feeling that are unknown as mourners attending the funeral copies of his best dreams. The employee checks, orders, files and seal indolent. Gravedigger at last, says the man. Short breathing, his eyes fixed on the palm of the street, who appears between cold glass of that office. A red number on the board behind Inn tells you that your turn is over, which is the time for another like him. The metal door of the office of trustee in bankruptcy, closed behind their heavy steps.
Back on the street does not know whether to sit in that cold place, to look at the photographers surrounded by doves, palm trees and polaroids, climb the tower and fly in the morning or go to the bank to give new excuses, embarrassing excuses. A dry ice runs through your feet when you have to walk in the opposite direction to the imagined. Log in to the cafe, order a coffee you smoke on your face, drink the soda, taste the cookies and exhale light. He lights a cigarette, and finally a deep breath, as if the desired calm would have come concentrated in the delicious aroma of coffee that both enjoy.
II
's lawyer tells the woman to go quietly, if something is pending, he will worry about it. That their fees as they talk another day, he insists, while he caresses without hiding the little hand. The woman, delighted laughter and evasive eyes, reaches the elevator, look in the mirror and just notices that the lawyer harassed her fingers, with the illness itself that the known male and female single parents. The former Mrs.
walk far without further encouragement to sit quietly in the usual place. Sign in to local, order a coffee, takes off her coat and her figure causes look of a man who smokes slowly, as if all the time it was theirs. Turn your mobile phone, telling someone that it's done, it's over, while watching a couple of couples out there. The image no longer make you feel alone, alone and hopeless. The man looks furtively. She also looks between a side window. What is write lines on white paper. There is an aesthetic judgments about it. He impressed with his appearance of calm. As if to swallow the whole life or disappear from her forever. Now back on itself and decides to erase the memory of Alexander's phone number. Just do it. Another process, they say. Does not feel appropriate, self-possessed again remade, and would, by magic. Erases the tracks, but the indelible mark he still beats beneath the skin and the echoes of the last cries. In the morning she seems more cloudy.
III
The man picks up his briefcase, an umbrella fit on one arm and moves slowly toward the exit of the cafeteria. The woman contemplates coming toward her, with calm eyes, with steps sometimes detained in the quiet of one who knows what he wants, who knows where to go and how to reinvent this morning so full of d (e) UDAs. Once in front of her bow as the bow. The woman responds with a friendly smile and his eyes fixed with tenderness in the face of the unknown. "See you soon ma'am," says the man, while deposited on the table a white paper, which she read while sobbing into his silence
"After all, as is well known that in any part, everyday life is too "
Back on the street does not know whether to sit in that cold place, to look at the photographers surrounded by doves, palm trees and polaroids, climb the tower and fly in the morning or go to the bank to give new excuses, embarrassing excuses. A dry ice runs through your feet when you have to walk in the opposite direction to the imagined. Log in to the cafe, order a coffee you smoke on your face, drink the soda, taste the cookies and exhale light. He lights a cigarette, and finally a deep breath, as if the desired calm would have come concentrated in the delicious aroma of coffee that both enjoy.
II
's lawyer tells the woman to go quietly, if something is pending, he will worry about it. That their fees as they talk another day, he insists, while he caresses without hiding the little hand. The woman, delighted laughter and evasive eyes, reaches the elevator, look in the mirror and just notices that the lawyer harassed her fingers, with the illness itself that the known male and female single parents. The former Mrs.
walk far without further encouragement to sit quietly in the usual place. Sign in to local, order a coffee, takes off her coat and her figure causes look of a man who smokes slowly, as if all the time it was theirs. Turn your mobile phone, telling someone that it's done, it's over, while watching a couple of couples out there. The image no longer make you feel alone, alone and hopeless. The man looks furtively. She also looks between a side window. What is write lines on white paper. There is an aesthetic judgments about it. He impressed with his appearance of calm. As if to swallow the whole life or disappear from her forever. Now back on itself and decides to erase the memory of Alexander's phone number. Just do it. Another process, they say. Does not feel appropriate, self-possessed again remade, and would, by magic. Erases the tracks, but the indelible mark he still beats beneath the skin and the echoes of the last cries. In the morning she seems more cloudy.
III
The man picks up his briefcase, an umbrella fit on one arm and moves slowly toward the exit of the cafeteria. The woman contemplates coming toward her, with calm eyes, with steps sometimes detained in the quiet of one who knows what he wants, who knows where to go and how to reinvent this morning so full of d (e) UDAs. Once in front of her bow as the bow. The woman responds with a friendly smile and his eyes fixed with tenderness in the face of the unknown. "See you soon ma'am," says the man, while deposited on the table a white paper, which she read while sobbing into his silence
"After all, as is well known that in any part, everyday life is too "
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