I sitting in the bus after a long hot day, the music accompanies some scrambled thoughts and disordered but full reconstruction.
feel the heat from the engine in my back as well as the soft breeze that plays with my hair.
watch carefully to two passengers traveling on the two front seat where I Am.
A robust lady will sit glued to the window's been open wide and looking for a respite at his side is a thin woman look young, wearing headphones hair up and legs apart that they shake with each stop of the group .
Stay straight time after she is kidnapped by a dream suddenly overwhelming, and pitching to his traveling companion is like the tinkling of a bell.
Again and again it seems that the woman controls her body inertia suggests, comes to the shoulder of the woman stops trying to join but never manages to get back upright as a start.
At first the woman looks askance at the behavior of his casual companion suspicious manner. Lack
little to get out but the scene as it touches me suspicion becomes understanding, tiredness overcomes the invisible boundaries of space, and she finally tenderly supports his head on her shoulder who, despite the observed heat giving him a knowing smile. Esmeralda
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