December 31. 9.30 pm
Barajas Airport.
Madrid.
Barajas Airport.
Madrid.
, observations from afar. Suddenly he turns his head to the right. He stops in the eyes of a woman watching him so elusive. Must rub their forties. Her blue eyes will not be easy to forget for long. They can see the slight fear of a forged look at the pain of a childhood that was stolen, which lost respect for the purest in the way .
He, Frank Rodriguez, has in hand a one way ticket destination New York. It seems serene.
She left to mourn, she has fallen asleep clutching a blond doll . The sweetness of his face suggests that during sleep, nothing bothers . The hustle and bustle of all those people is zero for her at that moment of peace.
A sweet smell of vanilla wraps for a moment. Belongs to that gentle-faced redhead. He closes his eyes trying to keep this explosion of images that makes you relive that perfume. The same as that used it before leaving. It is, then, when he remembers how much he misses her. Smile longed shared memories. That noise that was when she lay on her arms breathed his last breath of life. The hatred
becomes to pose in it for a moment. I hate to leave it alone, leave without saying goodbye, I hate to forget. I forget that not be possible. This possibility does not occur. But forgiveness. The forgiveness of the girl who sleeps hugging her doll. The forgiveness of the woman with blue eyes to her mother for fear or shame agreed a despicable inhuman. The forgiveness of close a stage.
He clings to his ticket stronger. The serenity gives way to emotion, the nervousness, and fear too. Do not be afraid, she always said. A smile lights his face suddenly closes eyes for two seconds, then reopen. The blue-eyed woman at his side. Although the rise is high, stepping harder, Just take the fear and never stop, she whispers in his ear. He looks again. That look has gone cold. Then, he goes no further.
Now is the time to start that story does not yet exist. Still, no title.
She left to mourn, she has fallen asleep clutching a blond doll . The sweetness of his face suggests that during sleep, nothing bothers . The hustle and bustle of all those people is zero for her at that moment of peace.
A sweet smell of vanilla wraps for a moment. Belongs to that gentle-faced redhead. He closes his eyes trying to keep this explosion of images that makes you relive that perfume. The same as that used it before leaving. It is, then, when he remembers how much he misses her. Smile longed shared memories. That noise that was when she lay on her arms breathed his last breath of life. The hatred
becomes to pose in it for a moment. I hate to leave it alone, leave without saying goodbye, I hate to forget. I forget that not be possible. This possibility does not occur. But forgiveness. The forgiveness of the girl who sleeps hugging her doll. The forgiveness of the woman with blue eyes to her mother for fear or shame agreed a despicable inhuman. The forgiveness of close a stage.
He clings to his ticket stronger. The serenity gives way to emotion, the nervousness, and fear too. Do not be afraid, she always said. A smile lights his face suddenly closes eyes for two seconds, then reopen. The blue-eyed woman at his side. Although the rise is high, stepping harder, Just take the fear and never stop, she whispers in his ear. He looks again. That look has gone cold. Then, he goes no further.
Now is the time to start that story does not yet exist. Still, no title.
(I recommend you to look at the video, is very good.)
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