was 17 years.
was his first time in a distant city, by itself, with something of fear and extremely anxious. Scheduled me waiting for a couple of years, finally was reality, and despite all that ran one hour seemed exaggerated.
A little shaky in the cold that ran through her body decided to enter the museum. This was the type of plan and yet could not enjoy it, he wanted the time went flying, watching the clock of which were near his own and did not seem to find calm.
Each room ran brought with it a new experience and a new feeling, every floor that rose seemed suffocating. When he arrived at last, the roundabout could not contain her restless soul, and facing a giant orange wept in silence, was in and still felt cold. She wiped her tears but these were springing up, until finally felt the vibration and with it the message "I'm here.
Looking
orange again felt a little foolish, had been in front of this painting for over ten minutes and ran downstairs now floating in time. While they saw a strange way to run where she was not smiling. Smiling broadly. His heart was crazy, beat a thousand, and she kept running. Dived together, lying a bit until she found out .... and stopped short.
The moment I had waited a reality, was a few feet and do not know what to do, to say, how to explain their cheeks red with the blood that flowed without channel.
hesitated a moment, but remembered the endless hours happened in that prison and continued their path.
He saw the trees, dressed in black, tall and thin. She was funny, all this looked like a movie, he said to himself. He smiled shyly, was greeted in a clumsy, were finally face to face.
A couple of strangers.
Together. For a moment.
a moment. Ephemeral. Short.
Invaluable.
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