LXC morning was gray and stormy in my boring life. It was late for work, and began to feel the consequences of a sleepless night he had spent completing the paperwork that I had asked my boss. The bitter taste of coffee that had taken just a few minutes ago I burned my throat. I was playing my job, as usual.
The three posts did not bring any good news. Never did, but not yet lost hope that one did.
I went downstairs to the subway verticalginosamente, with the feeling of falling and rolling at any time. Just in time to see how my subway was crowded and was left an empty platform.
I collapsed in the first bank that I saw, cursing not having a mp3 to hang.
- Your smile must be very pretty.
The phrase was directed at me, I knew it because the black-haired girl looked at me talkingple do not know what it is to live, the cities are so strange!
I caught it in his voice as sweet and full of innocence, but must be something bigger than me. Insurance, although its appearance and carefree jet beard gave him a strange image much younger than mine.
-free air is required, all human beings need green grass, flowers, contact with nature and keep up. This rhythm that you carry in cities is too rough, you only live once ... CHT
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