"Every evening I saw you, always in the same season. You do not know it existed, I waiting for the target near to your heart, to climb one day ... I was looking for the platform and you looked back ... It is bitter fate, at least for me.
did not introduce that evening ... "
Traveling to cities that I returned the smile, muting my face slowly turning tears, regaining the life that I thought I lost ...
Perhaps it was his look of helpless child digging in the mine ...
Perhaps its mischievous face on my shoulder ...
furtive kiss Maybe it was one that came in a brief moment ...
could not tell what exactly attracted me to him, but hardly knew it, I was taking refuge in the arms of a stranger in an old bus bound for nowhere ...
not even asked his name, nor did he ever know me, but the times shared in our journey are difficult to forget ...
I still can not believe what happened, still wondering whether it was real ... I looked for see you but you were not here, your trip was over, while mine was just beginning ... Bitter fate that brought us together and separated a sunny day in March ...
And there I left you, you and Madrid, returning to my anguished life, trying to remember everything .... lived a long time since I felt so happy ... walking your streets ...
Meanwhile, my feet are no longer resentful sense when walking ...
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