April ended with a royal wedding (those that are unreal), with a saint in the process, a declaration of war between yin and yang football universe ( madrid vs barcelona , or vice versa ), a deep uncertainty among the new prophets (economists) on the money in the future, a new theater piece called "disappear bipartisan Salvadorans" (Classic sitcom) and the disgust that tomorrow, Sunday, national holiday, but it does not work because is Sunday, which in turn is not a working day, and so ...
ended April raining.
Yesterday, while talking to my friends at a rate of coffee was gradually cooling, thinking about how this town so small you can hide many secrets, despite the evidence that can occur while having coffee with friends. And so, as did a sketch of all streets where there is a bit of my history and my eyes slipped the black skirt of a muse (unexpected epiphany) of whom could speak its name but not his story, I smiled, not that do not smile every day, because I do often, but this time the laughter was inward to the soul.
April, then finished with a story, but not history, nor the winged man who has written something else side (to anyone), but this incredible story that always goes unnoticed: that does not matter. Using
accounts, that was my first coffee after many days (many) and the first time that we are all involved in the scene at the right time. But this, this, just that it is also part of one of those great stories that nobody is interested, as this post.
ended April raining, I said. Raining cats and dogs.
She who is the muse of black skirt, shouts from the phone and hangs up, then says (writes) he loves me. My guitar does not appear in the desired song, but it is not the same as shouting, trying to accompany my notes, but the melody appears. So leave me alone at night, waiting for sleep, while he told her, not the muse or shouting or singing, my name is very similar to that he loves her, and might even ensure that I am I, but in another psychedelia.
And despite the effort, the melody appears only in my mind. April
term, and it was the soundtrack :
I'm not complaining, although I feel that I'm having to April.
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