I tried to explain things to her. I tried to tell her how much I loved her. I said hey! I'm here for you! But deep down I knew I wasn't. Certain things had changed, like the way she used to look at me. Our history is not the one to be told. It may require one or two bottles of whiskey to get you started.
We met at the airport, of a beautiful island called Santa Lucia. It's our anniversary she said -We need to do something about our relationship, something that makes it seem valuable. That one expression dragged me back to that day at the airport. She wore a pink dress that caught my attention from the very first moment. I was drinking a beer when she offered to sit next to me.
In the morning I woke up with the most beautiful creature you've ever seen on this planet. The way her hair fell right in place made me fall in love with her. -I'm not here to discuss your stupid bed stories. My mind was completely captivated by the way she expressed herself that night. - If you don't do it I will have to. The thought of her getting into my business made me feel like I had been born again. -My parents won't be back until next week. We walked to the apartment and she laughed like someone that never laughed before.
Friday, September 19, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
TO WHOM IT MAY CORCERN
A Young irreplaceable guy walks into a bar with a beer in his hand. Destined to continue walking inside he decides to take a look around and makes sure that everyone else is having a good time. Calling the attention of different people, the one labeling everyone that walks in because her date is not providing enough amusement, the couple sitting at a the right hand table across the restroom, the bartender wearing a blue shirt, he continues to walk inside while he holds his own very beer.
It's a Monday nearly 12am and the beer looks cold. Not trying to accommodate yet this guy seems to be walking very slowly. Inside his jacket you can see a piece of paper, something that looks like a parchment but obviously it's not what it is. It must be a crumpled yellowish piece of paper that looks like a parchment.
A young irreplaceable guy is sitting next to the chimney. He flirts with the bartender at the same time he's drinking a cup of very fine whiskey.
It's a Monday nearly 12am and the beer looks cold. Not trying to accommodate yet this guy seems to be walking very slowly. Inside his jacket you can see a piece of paper, something that looks like a parchment but obviously it's not what it is. It must be a crumpled yellowish piece of paper that looks like a parchment.
A young irreplaceable guy is sitting next to the chimney. He flirts with the bartender at the same time he's drinking a cup of very fine whiskey.
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