Smile, butterfly, red boots ... Oruro
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Wedding Party In Spanish
Disposes a smile from your lips. Knead the memories return, the days one by one they ate all your dreams to give it back in seconds of pure reality. Do you remember what you dreamed? I forget! If you were years in waiting times; apagaditas illusions, but light, like butterfly wings.
The distance is not ephemeral see? Now you can walk as you please, re-knowing a moment in every place at every moment a path, an apprenticeship, an error, a success ... a stop. How cute is back! What a cute re-member one day was a surprise and has now made landscape of cuttlefish in your memory! There are people who in the end though there is room in the corridors of the heart, there are the ghosts that lurk no longer and they hurry to be leftover scar.
What cozy streets, their names, the strands of your hair ... short hair, and never long. Your pataraña tabs, red boots Guato white. Metro coming, tunnel swallowed. Chances of pocket ... There was always, always right, guess, sorceress, precise.
Smile, butterfly, red boots ...
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