The white-fronted house
Nobody around me ....
-ay, but as you can make so cold? - may have already frozen heart .... Seeking
the end of the street your presence, your perfume ... not here.
-who was a wonderful idea? - Yours, Vanessa, as always ... (I love talking to myself, I begin to wonder that perhaps talk alone is not the usual ...)
Along the way I see only lights, asphalt and the little house facade white worn by time. A couple of cars at the entrance, some weed in that old garden that no one is responsible and to care, women close the windows, it starts to rain, the curtains go ... family life begins at 9 when parents arrive. .. I can almost hear the tap tap of his shoes to enter the house. Some are not so lucky, Dad will not come tonight. Ni any other.
I shrink like a frightened little animal ... I see behind the shadows. Nothing. Nobody. "Stop wasting time, please please, you're giving me cringe ... (but do not usually listen when I give advice ...)
Life is full of" what if ...?" of all kinds, simply imagine that life is not as sad as it seems it keeps you alert, just in case ...
By the way, again ... just in case calls ... just in case you regain your sanity ... because after all not know the end of all these stories that have been created in your mind and dream that prince arrives on his horse to tell you that you're still the princess. If anything it has ever been. But in your mind and your chances unreal still believe so.
Because you've never stopped believing in fairy tales, right? because you've never stopped dreaming because without dreams you would not be nothing but a vast emptiness.
still raining. You better go home. Tomorrow is another day ....
Besitos a tod @ s!
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