that happens on a sunny sunny afternoon in late August you sit on a bench.
One of those classic park benches of any, even classical city.
and watch the world go around you, as a huge stream of consciousness look at people, write down thoughts and memories ....
inevitable that you come to mind many things, in any place associated with a person, any person involving a movie, a song or sometimes a curse.
There are people who know almost by chance, know them well, lost for the clubs of the coast and just know you feel good, you must not get used, you are not embarrassed.
not have shared with you the splendor of years and years of mourning, but it 's as if the issues and is always' as if they always know you are able to interpret your every gesture, every thought, your every silence and your every word.
And they can not bind to any song, no movie because it is as if they were the synthesis and unity of all the most beautiful scene, each more beautiful rhyme.
Like a song with the written basis of sugar, the words and sung by vascular liga.
Who knows what power they have over me, perhaps because even though I try I can never say everything I always stop.
and mah 'a mystery, in the meantime, continuous stress to you readers and friends in the real real village bar!
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