Sunday, April 13, 2008

Building Wooden Swing

The sea, the rain and kissing

is easy to be the sea. You angry, you cling to the stones, then swing away and let the world as it is. Nobody can say anything.
odors while enjoying the water I thought I would send to this thing. I would like to be able to return to the water that danced beneath my feet.
now what else I have to lose. I just strongly now that Michael had nothing to say. Perhaps it would be helpful to pause between us. Only I did not believe in breaks, and do not really believe it still. Probably I still love her so much, maybe I loved her more than boring routine where I wanted to escape but in those days. The thoughts in my head continued to overlap. I wondered if it was more courageous escape from that situation, look for a new place where to live or remain anchored to that cold and gray cast iron block that was becoming my life. You
easy to be the sea. Do what you want, play with who's inside. When someone you're not 'swallow the good in you. It is so easy to be charming and beautiful. Malignant and desserts.
I was afraid of the sea at that time. So quiet and calm. I was afraid of me. For my silence. The rain began to fall on me.
ran to the first free arcade.

"Hey what are you doing here?"

was Monica. It was beautiful. The trick light, very sweet. Only better to color her face fantastic. Do not spend hours many words to describe how beautiful she was at that time. I could not make the homage it deserves. But if one day you'll never learn to describe in detail the beauty, then I'll also tell you how wonderful it was at that time.
I took a small breath. I did not expect her own. But actually I wanted it strongly. I went up to her small town located just to see it in passing. But he was right in front of me.
He was with his girlfriend and two other boys. Very high. Fashionable clothes. At that moment I felt out of place. Out of fashion. I thought maybe it was time for guys like those were returned to the sea. I stopped to talk a bit 'with everyone. The two boys were more interested in the breast of the other rather than to what the words which revolved around them. The friend did not seem to feel any pain, Monica, however, made me realize to digest the bad company. Greeted with a trivial excuse and the other three went to my car.

There is nothing more romantic of the rain that falls on the calm sea.
is easy to be the sea under these circumstances. The rain falls, and you stay there for her. It Trai benefit, purify yourself, add a little 'to your water. The cradle in the waves. I was there to envy him. In the dimness of the lights of the port, with a fantastic girl. Expecting only one of its signal. A hand touched. A look right. It was not long at the bottom. It was she who kissed me looking at me, and then some. Left to run his fingers through my hair, I grabbed her neck, I held her face in my hands. We were lovers, we were incredulous. I was shaking. She squeezed harder.
I was cheating on my girlfriend.
A sudden remorse of conscience seized me.

"No, wait. I can not "

She smiled at me, pushed me towards her until I live on his breath. I looked down. He kissed me again.

"I know that you can not, but I know you want"

the rain stopped. We were arm in arm to see what was going on outside. She suggested that I throw into the sea. It was a great cold, but very little time we were already in the water to warm. A shake faster and faster.
That evening we went right to the sea.

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