Or: the day she intended to finish with all that suffering.
Having the knowledge that she had from him never helped. The days were consecutively painful so that she could ever think that could be another way of living the life. A life that was easy but inconsistent with her visions. It was always hard to take decisions and accomplish small tasks. Walking in an empty Metro station she finaly saw everything so clear. Yet, that was to radical.
One day she decided to visit an old friend in a small corner near the sea. The intensive feelings resultant from the smells didn't give her a chance. Next day she decided to search for an empty small apartment that she could decorate in her own way. After passing half of a day standing just in front of the ocean she definitely had an answer. She asked him, by phone, to send to her mother's place the few important things that she had.
She never came back again to the place that once she thought her life belongs.
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2 comentários:
... de onde é que te sai isto rapaz? quem é essa mulher misteriosa que trazes dentro de ti? :P
A parte gira disto e ver em ti coisas que não pensava ver... quase como se o teu pensamento frágil se desse aos poucos a conhecer à luz dos olhos de quem é cego.
keep going with the good work
brotherly
hug
Chama-se a esse "pensamento frágil" não mais do que simples ficção. Um dia ainda escrevo qualquer coisa que possa ter alguma ténue relação com a realidade.
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