cobbled street - Granada
walk through the house. Cats are hiding, not see them. I hear that kind of silence that can leave you deaf. That silence that settles in your ears and will not. Shuffling walk. I had never experienced this loneliness so strange, yet pleasant melancholy. Absence chew up the aisle, I look in the mirror and the rosto seriously I tell myself: "you have not yet gone" . I find the questions to my answers. I feel afraid to leave this city. A being kidnapped in the other and not let me return to this other life that I have found and where I am so happy. I have afraid to go, yet it was I who bought that ticket dated today.
mumbled something, that I can not understand or me. However I have wanted to walk around that city. Feel free of guilt, free of bad memories, free of bad company. Now it seems that smile, and I have to go look in the bathroom mirror to see if it's true.
Upon entering the room I have afraid to leave you here, so surrounded me, so together and so alone. I want to take me. I'm not going to do. Because I can.
will go to the places that hurt so much. I'll look those streets, which once witnessed so much pain, so much sorrow and unhappiness. And do not hurt me. Do not hurt me to see those streets paved. Do not feel that sharp pain in the stomach, or those nerves. Or miss the bus back home.
I'll love city, as I call it.
walk down the corridor, shuffling. I sink to the ground, sat by lying under and why I still have not gone and I'll see you in two hours.
The smell fills the house. I know it's not. I get up, go to the kitchen.
The cake has been charred.
you soon.
mumbled something, that I can not understand or me. However I have wanted to walk around that city. Feel free of guilt, free of bad memories, free of bad company. Now it seems that smile, and I have to go look in the bathroom mirror to see if it's true.
Upon entering the room I have afraid to leave you here, so surrounded me, so together and so alone. I want to take me. I'm not going to do. Because I can.
will go to the places that hurt so much. I'll look those streets, which once witnessed so much pain, so much sorrow and unhappiness. And do not hurt me. Do not hurt me to see those streets paved. Do not feel that sharp pain in the stomach, or those nerves. Or miss the bus back home.
I'll love city, as I call it.
walk down the corridor, shuffling. I sink to the ground, sat by lying under and why I still have not gone and I'll see you in two hours.
The smell fills the house. I know it's not. I get up, go to the kitchen.
The cake has been charred.
you soon.
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