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I am coming to amalgam for a day Face to face

was a day with unnecessary burdens. Go with everything and miss. Go for everything and you're missing. Vagas full day with two goals, preparing for one and thinking of the other. The first one ran out, including such exhaustion appeared the name of a birthday, that Platonic love. Meanwhile, the second objective is craved. Finally you go for the first, but of course, the other is in your head. View the time, you complain. Try not later all fit. The effort seems to work: everything seems to fit. It's the end of the first objective, and go to second. When you get to him you realize that not everything fits, because for certain things not everything depends on you. But hey, is resign and wait. The minutes pass, goes around, conjecture. People come and go, yet it's your turn, but quiet man, who already will be. And it is ... or at least it appears so. The same waiting and finally it is your time, it is time to address it. The second fly by and everything falls apart. You think, perhaps, half an hour was lost to study or sleep, but even though a new disappointment in the meantime of waiting, hugging, kiss, her smile: it all worth it.

not everything went as planned, but without having things planned out well. Under the guise of fire and smoking finally manage to catch the indifferent eye of the beholder you, with uncertainty, for some time. Hearing his voice seems partly designed to offset everything. For it is: here another unexpected event. Hang on to the lit cigarette, puffs of smoke and the stifling sensation in the lungs. The microphone goes right to the moment when the finished cigar. And when you thought that was it, just looking up the notebook where you wrote these lines to find a closer look, of a past that ended up confused. was beautiful.

Now finally everything fits. Everything was as it should be.

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All this was, if you want to call it an experiment. I always said a lot but sometimes thought that everything was very afraid that and nothing more: thoughts, musings, suggestions, everything was in my head. That's why it was necessary to experiment, find out if in fact it was just or whether they still remained intact all that remained hidden for almost a year and a half ago.

And yes, all intact. Starting it. Like in the physical than it was then. Unspoiled beauty, poise intact.


As it was still all to walk to where ever for the same street, at the same pace, the same way. And the same doubts: we come to a corner and did not know which way to go. Finally, continue along the long street a tired gait, as she wanted.


As we moved to either side my fears receded. Certainly, the scene was presented much better than how I imagined it: the silences were never called such, and the words came one after another as before. Many times I think the time wears relations, as I mentioned, but there are times when even if they may have spent 10 years and always follow all the same. It is worth mentioning that the scenario I imagined was unfounded reasons: the times we had met this year and a half everything was left in a "hello" to the distance and a smile. But not just any smile, clear.


A halfway spent three old on our side, of those typical old street, homeless, with a thousand stories of drunkenness, beatings and a life forgotten. When you pass one of them said aloud, "take his hand." Plainly, the comment referred to me, and that's how I thought, but I did not. It was strange, I felt that I should be in her hand: it was like to feel that this year and a half did not exist and never have done, that she was still with me as if nothing had happened.


We talked about life changes, people. Past people, situations inconclusive. But despite all the fluid that things were going, I could not even get to where he was scheduled to arrive. In fact it was very difficult to try to address it. Anyway, as I mentioned earlier to a "colleague", he would throw me into the pool without even leaning out to see if he had any water or not. As for all there are times and moments during the trip back home I figured some distances and times for everything that I wanted to talk and ask him to stay just at the point where I wanted. And so it proved, indeed.


Time will tell once again, as I said almost two years now, in a letter also published here. But aside from anything, I can conclude that the experiment was a success, and the results were favorable: it has been almost a year and a half and that was half hidden finally came to light. Everything is still there. All the same, everything intact.


What It's amazing you find face to face ...

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The weather was just the first day, but this time it was particularly strange. A summer rainstorm occurs almost every year for just one day. Had previously experienced some facts days of summer rain, like a ruined cites, for example.

The trip was eternal. Starting the usual walk 10 minutes to go grab the microphone, a section usually bored, which now has not changed. Another 5 minutes waiting for the bus at the bus stop and finally approached. Cheerful and danceable melodies orchestrated ruminations:

"You're gonna make me cry ...
're gonna make me fly ... high "

destination is reached, you cross the street. A look at the sidewalk in front and I was there. The band put out their music, and concluded speculation step. Then a kiss, a hug, impregnated her.

The rain ruined plans coastal walks and watch the sea in a hug, so he had to take refuge.

A stairway, and a return. Another staircase, and another.
Quick, direct, to the point .

was already up, ready. On a balcony, fingering the MP4, talked about music. Nerves here, nerves there. Short break, going to the bathroom. Return.


Wait ... Wait ...
still waiting.

was decided. How long.

huge aftershocks, earthquake interior.

What followed was communion, as never before. Sublime, beautiful, unique.
words, words. Hands clasped, tears fighting to erupt. A tight hug.

was love. Yes, love.

I also wanted to mourn with you ...

The soundtrack to a movie, ours. All wore, as he had been doing all along. You

made me cry. You
made me fly ... high ... very high.


Promises to accomplish, and I do not lie, you know.

I adore. I love you.