A bad afternoon
I see you arrive, one more date, smiles and glances at infinity, unanswered questions, answers to non-existent questions, ups and downs, memories to be forgotten, sadly enjoying with you, a long and scarce time together... This is a little blink of us on that bad afternoon...
Canadian memories
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"Let's go have a drink, honey, it's been a long time since we've been together and have a quiet drink, in silence... Do you remember the trip we took? How good was that...! That's been a while... Strangely, I only remember landscapes, not emotions... I look into space..."
Waves of stone
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"After remembering that trip in the couple's conversation, with his coffee for him and beer for her... A small reproach arises, one of those who forget how they started, only how they end; maybe an unresolved misunderstanding. She looks at him suspiciously ... He clenches his jaw... They talk to each other, but they don't hear each other... Difficult to put a motif bulldozer through a misunderstanding needle hole... Once again, another unsolved misunderstanding..."
Waves of ice
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"Each one looks to the side and, suddenly, silence... As if the world had stopped and there were only millions of independent micro-worlds of people and their own thoughts as inhabitants. She thinks what is this for, if it has Some sense to continue in this Limbo, where nothing has moved for a long time, the wind has not blown, that someone has forgotten us waiting to be directed to heaven or hell... Only static... He only he hums a song in his head... For a long time he has not felt anything intense, neither joy nor sadness, feeling locked in a cage, waiting for a proper discussion or a failure on her part to give him the key of courage to open those bars... They don't look at each other, they don't want to be looked at, they don't expect anything from each other... It's just cold... "
Jungle moments
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"Several minutes in silence, Different old reproaches appear in the mind. New routes to be able to reach a weak point where to destabilize the opponent. But always the same weapons... A simple comment becomes the impulse that pulls a trigger and forces the bullet to do damage. The war begins, how to be lost in the middle of a jungle, with your machete throwing your arm and cutting the branches of reproaches that you find in front of you. Neither of them look, they just throw the knife. Neither of them listen, they only speak louder so as not to hear. Neither of them looks, and the red tones of the blood have blinded them... Of course, they both agree on something without knowing it... They have gotten into a jungle knowing that they did not know how to get to their home back."
A bad afternoon
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"After the last shot of the war, the two were aware that it was the last battle... Sitting opposite each other, they look at each other, but they do not know each other. They realize that they were in the same car, but with a different destination. There is no longer hatred, there is no anger, only a cold extinguishing the flames... There is no word to define this calming chaos that the two feel, that chaos of feelings that need everything but do not want it... The doubts of whether It is the last battle again... No. They do not give themselves the life they want, they can only offer themselves the one they hope for. Let's get down on the platform, we need to breathe and we take the air out of each other. Well, at the end of the day, it was not so bad late..."