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ENAR vacuum or to start a conversation. So he was and did not know if he was aware that most of the time was quiet, did not know if he was aware that his day had little prayers.

Sometimes you stayed for an answer, sometimes you see it straight while the two were together ... you see it and you wondered what was going through his head, wanted to enter his mind and look with a flashlight all the ideas that you knew were stamped the walls of his brain and, for some strange reason, they were always there, it came to light.

He was never words or questions or answers.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" You said one day that the two were sitting in thelooking at the ceiling. At least you had an answer that night, you knew why you felt obliged to ask if she wanted to be your boyfriend, had been his eyes. Yes, that was what you did ask such a thing. He had painted the outline of your eyes with black eyeliner, just a thin line around them, that resulted in the blue exploded into hundreds of intensities that had previously remained hidden. It looked as if it were muddy to the most demanding skin adjectives describing human beauty.
again took the cigar to his lips and continued smoking.
No further exchange of words that night. You fell asleep on the couch watching smoking.

Camus was a great silence of disgustingly amazing blue eyes. His silence on that night became embroiled in a whole concept and answers silent words silent since, from that time, the 5th of each month, he began to paint the eyes with black eyeliner. It was the only day I used the liner, any other day, only 5. I never used black liner as the answer was yes and wear it every day 5 was his way of celebrating without sound that met together each month.