Monday, February 7, 2011

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While receiving visitors, he could not take his eyes off her. I watched and
requeteobservaba wondering what his secret. What strange mysterious force holding the inside retaining those sparkling eyes that can cause fireworks when slanted smile.
loved, like everything about her, he loved to see her smile. And a while back, at any time, precision (or) social or not, you could find it by real antics as long as she started the face by his lips curled and he touched the edge of madness. Yes! Madness! Blessed Madness! Because he was mad, yes, he was her crazy.
But we're talking about a long ago and far enough ... now he was a pretty sane guy, mature, reasonable, strong ... according to the hard times they ran. And with his temper serene on that uncomfortable chair back so much pain she was giving him, endured the tug as she wondered why she smiled so much, or why ... That smile without irritating him, burned on the inside ... the outside was cool and strong like an iceberg.
But what reason would she to smile that way and why lately I really wanted to do silly things ... because for him one day what was necessary now was mere nonsense.
Because from that moment everything had gone absurd, pointless, meaningless, no future, no purpose ... that moment in which she asked her razor.
many times I cursed her long hair tickling his shoulders while making love. And now, lying in that chair of the demon with the smell of disinfectant bald head that looked asleep on the green pillow ...
wept silently, inside, not wanting to interrupt one of his many dreams, I did not worry her.
What he did not know was that she recently slept with one eye and another scat zipi, unable to sleep, blaming the damn bug that ate the inside of having turned his crazy be inert ... a somewhat relieved you receive at least a slight grin on his face disfigured so much restraint. Unconsciously she began to laugh.
- You were not asleep? So now what are you laughing?
- I get very ugly when you cry NO.
- Well thank you ... "he answered annoyed tone .- Do you prefer to cry?
- I do not know, I do not cry because you do not cry, you cry even if I fall a terrible desire to mourn.
- And why not?
- Hmmm - She shrugged.
He climbed onto the bed and hugged strong strong trying to hold her tears against his chest. I was scared to death but could not tell. Cried so much that after a while fell asleep like babies. Embraced among those green sheets smelled only her.

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