I think in the next five minutes
The sound of small metal cup steel that rammed another iron. The bubbles in the water. They say you call the first boiling of water but, basically, it does not matter. The cup to the Peruvian yellow and blue, add two teaspoons of sugar and immersing the small earthenware container inside with the mixture of Indian tea that I bought yesterday. The little morning ritual is slower than usual today. Will be that we have finally arrived Saturday, will be that I was raised without any desire. I think back to that meeting and fortuitous case already decided by who knows what or who knows who, at that warm touch of looks distracted and present ... and I tell myself not to do if more come to think about it. Declare false indifference when would you give to all those who follows you and introduce you there with a "coffee?" Thrown on the table almost by chance, like a card played unwillingly but judged almost winning. Or in power to win. But it is not something that you, not because you are not very sure of its appearance and perhaps it would await a better time. Begin to believe in those next five minutes, the ones where you play in person. We shall face the words, life. And six there. Steaming cup brown and very little desire to be still in that stage. But we must go. And you know that that day the stairs You will follow the Department a particular order, a gesture apotropaico you behind ports since a cold morning in December of Messina, on your vedesti Professor practice this particular sequence of steps. Perhaps not repeat in the right way, but ... Eccome!
Soundtrack: Closer - Travis
29 March 2008 at 11:32 a.m.
you should stop not be sure of your appearance.
See who then live better: P