was shot the lipstick from his mouth and went convencidísima of human being ...
The wind blew her hair and combed his hair with his hand, so determined that he fears.
braked in the corner. Such was his power that reached into the street and a bus stopped at his side. Magic ... He climbed the card and passed. No one said anything because no one saw ... He said nothing to anyone because he did not see anyone. Seven in the morning ... insert the headset, sit down and think about anything. Long ago he does not feel ... almost the same time it takes getting on the collective ...
The group stopped slowly. Classic ... arrival. He got out of the group piles, amontonadísima. It was crowded, but saw no one. Walked among crowds to arrive. He was tiny ...
When he sat on the curb next to a group of people who could not see ... that was not the ...
headset is plugged in again and makes silent. Listen as usual ... a bit of Balkan music and another American acoustic grunge. Of time chacarera infiltrates a modern but is almost always to change the tone.
She puts her hand to her mouth and teeth scrape the enamel of your nails. Sigh ... once again ... sigh There's nobody out there that makes you feel less ant nobody see, she does not see anyone.
Suddenly a helping hand touches his shoulder. He turns and sees him. He looks up, smiles, hands him the mate ... he has short hair, he is not white, he has a very long beard and a work of art painted on the shirt. It is unlike anyone I've ever seen ... Well ... I do not see much to anybody.
sits beside her and she takes off her headphones. I heard that some of the heat but does not understand him very well, your English is not the best. She smiles and greets you mate.
_Tomemos mates together ... _y adelante_ looking. Are not you tired to be an ant?
smiles again. He see, she sees it, talk and take no longer kill ... ants ... back to being human ...
Text by Poyo Skalari
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