There is dark outside. There is also cold. Change
hour. Change the air. The phrases never change.
Strange people do normal things. The sound of yellowed pages browsed by dirty hands. The worried look of one who knows where it is. One sleeps.
The lady with the dog in her purse but she smiles .. what the fuck you want? .. The wet yellow
is an infinite sadness and blends in beautifully with the squalor of the station. The dance
litter blowing in the wind .. but the music is horrible ringing of a mobile phone.
Fermi.
The handwriting is improving, but is short and uncertain and flickering back .. calligraphy or life?!
Outside is a bit 'darker. Skip
already seen one but I do not know. Sometimes people pretend to avoid embarrassing mistakes .. and I am a person ..
She looks at me again. A coincidence. I'll be back in the dark of the landscape, but the rain streaked window reflects the image of him staring at me .. maybe you'll be asking for these papers in my hand ..
Ringer horrible. The woman, welcomed the call, ask questions of rite sure that everything is in place .. "okay, thank you" tell the other person depressed and in debt .. Other
stop. Another movement of individuals. But he remains there. Awe .. ..
pretend nonchalance does not have it with me .. .. yawn and turn around the ring I look at my hands ..
Who is it?! What do you want? .. He looks vaguely elegant, but better known by observing the shoes a bit 'too consumed in the tip, the edge of the gray jacket and ripped the fabric of the hat worn .. the beard was a couple of days. .... where did he go? where it came from?
The movement of the few people in the carriage catches my eye and turning to see what was going on, I realize the controller oncoming alternating between the right and the left ..
I prepare for my ticket.
He did not.
He gets up and walks away.
carelessly, gets up and walks away ..
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