04 agosto, 2008

Desde la zona norte


He went every day to that coffee shop. He sat down on the same chair and always asked for a cup of dark chocolate and start reading newspaper, but only until 5 o'clock. That's when she appeared. For him, that moment was as the world exploiting in thousand pieces and only the Sun was staying to remember how it was.

So sad...so exciting.

She sometimes looked at him and smiled.

He was the only man in her world.

Unless, that was what he wanted.

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