's been little more than months and years to remember your name in a mysterious way as I did today as he came to my house, I always believe that buses are a "medium" for reflection into the people that come and go throughout Lima recalling their stories and things that never happened and today I was a victim of it, was perhaps an alternate nerve terminal and my memories an extraordinary drive led me to remember the night on down the stairs and were a perfect stranger who kept attention with their sensuality in the classroom Academy smiled and asked me my name and as I was today ... look at my sides and I thought it was the most terrible joke that would suffer in the summer of 2005 traitor, and asked me three things I'm Jhonatan ... alright ... (Still shocked of course) asked me for my, until then, known relationship classroom and you were saying she looked very young, what you say to that child's voice paralyzed me and I downplay the moment that led me to think about your age, your life, your way of being, all at once classic that addresses a confused mind 18 years ... Where have you been up to then?.
passed
things now would be pointless to explain the few words that went up there we could cross, and spend time with youth terrible rage we are (and were) and that was around us was the blessed examination admission, the fast life we \u200b\u200bspend every effort to "do better" is what I now realize that it is difficult to explain the whirlwind that sweeps us all and we would meet, probably at a time least expected.
were the chances, those of which usually talk, which took me to see you after the summer in the development of the year in the "eternal preparation" including books, lunch rush, sunsets and sunrise would charge way more weeks and months afternoon on a bench in college, seeing it was, as I said, matter of chance and the world was small and I learned to call him know you were linked to other friends who I know on the faculty for almost a pandemonium of dreams every time more deranged and confused youth who are at all times in Jr. Huancavelica, was a surprise see and recognize me from the crowd of faces just to give me a greeting and tell me how you been? my stunned reaction, I tend to feel minimized, both my words and my silly inventions to talk long sought a larger sense, it was still your sensuality, your child's voice and the way you smoked a menthol cigarette something I discovered new and I gave way to still want to know, but this again becomes a mind attempts shy of 18 has done wrong ... Where have you been up to then?
was the uncertainty and surprise, the anxieties and the inexplicable twists of fate "almost almost "the final end of this whirlwind that swept the youthful dreams in the faculty, almost a pandemonium and to develo on a list, in a soup of names names and numbers that make us smile or mourn, distress and cuss the economic costs of the year ... maybe.
Your childish tone, your sensuality, your way of smoking a menthol cigarette , your firm smile when you speak the same from that night on Summer stairs traitor, the dimples in your face way to describe my ending was a surprise to see in college
- ... ! Hey how are you? How about it? chevere that you entered ...
- ... thanks ... it's good to know that also these here ...
Always after ... It's Friday ... how strange ... I'm not taking cheap alcohol and I remember very well ...
(To be continued ..)
passed
things now would be pointless to explain the few words that went up there we could cross, and spend time with youth terrible rage we are (and were) and that was around us was the blessed examination admission, the fast life we \u200b\u200bspend every effort to "do better" is what I now realize that it is difficult to explain the whirlwind that sweeps us all and we would meet, probably at a time least expected.
were the chances, those of which usually talk, which took me to see you after the summer in the development of the year in the "eternal preparation" including books, lunch rush, sunsets and sunrise would charge way more weeks and months afternoon on a bench in college, seeing it was, as I said, matter of chance and the world was small and I learned to call him know you were linked to other friends who I know on the faculty for almost a pandemonium of dreams every time more deranged and confused youth who are at all times in Jr. Huancavelica, was a surprise see and recognize me from the crowd of faces just to give me a greeting and tell me how you been? my stunned reaction, I tend to feel minimized, both my words and my silly inventions to talk long sought a larger sense, it was still your sensuality, your child's voice and the way you smoked a menthol cigarette something I discovered new and I gave way to still want to know, but this again becomes a mind attempts shy of 18 has done wrong ... Where have you been up to then?
was the uncertainty and surprise, the anxieties and the inexplicable twists of fate "almost almost "the final end of this whirlwind that swept the youthful dreams in the faculty, almost a pandemonium and to develo on a list, in a soup of names names and numbers that make us smile or mourn, distress and cuss the economic costs of the year ... maybe.
Your childish tone, your sensuality, your way of smoking a menthol cigarette , your firm smile when you speak the same from that night on Summer stairs traitor, the dimples in your face way to describe my ending was a surprise to see in college
- ... ! Hey how are you? How about it? chevere that you entered ...
- ... thanks ... it's good to know that also these here ...
Always after ... It's Friday ... how strange ... I'm not taking cheap alcohol and I remember very well ...
(To be continued ..)
