square of a community. There, with your community. Lying on the ground while all around people, sitting politely on the green and white plastic chairs, enjoying a movie ... slow, too slow for you.
Eyes constellation designed to recognize some sweaty-books, manuals scout ... is July 27 ... San Lorenzo is still far ...
But there it is. Check from an indefinite point in the sky and goes down. Fractions of seconds and is gone. A leap to the heart. Tighten your eyes to think of something, you'd be a beautiful thing. For a wish. Those who do not ever come true if not a miracle ... or, precisely, with a streamlined étoile. But in your head there is not much need to look ... your desire is there, well known to all ... has long been closed in the fourth door of your heart ... that rose. That double throw. The whispers your lips move dialing those three words you've still chased and chases in other substances, in other forms ...
The thought soon fades and you find yourself looking at that huge map made of light bulbs in all shapes ...
Where are you? Needless to ask himself ... an answer to these questions there is never. There is what you believe and what you hope and what you want ....Then all that remains is desired.
Let it come ...
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