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Like everything that happened and not remembered.
Or what was left to spend, and never happened.
We are dedicated to the wait. The wait absurd feelings, as a ticking clock meaningless, because it never passes the time, never spends time. Everything remains exactly the same way. Coffee, mobile phone, although no one lame, the stories that froze the hearts and weeks pass, and nothing evolves. Nothing can be overcome, because the heart is freezing. The cold makes Cordoba stories then anything so far that we no longer can feel. Cordoba cold, so cold like others elsewhere, and yet so different ... so far from everything. As if from here you could see things, but you were not inside.
And last night, like every Tuesday since you started your life in Cordoba, something special happen.
Since that day I threw up in a pub clutching the arm of a friend, a friend, incidentally, now lives just beside the wall. And since the day you wanted vomiting, and the service you met a group of "girls? watching all up and down, you cross your arms as a sign of the defense and looked to the ground, because you've never wanted to draw attention. All were looking at you, and you wanted to throw up, until one of them, the protagonist of the story, he said those words that were willing to hear: "Come, girls, let's go." And you stayed there with his arms folded and head bowed, not knowing what to think, but the truth is that even do not hurt like it hurt afterwards, throughout the year that began this Tuesday.
Or a month later that Tuesday with the boys, lying on that sofa that has seen much pain and so much alcohol, and many drugs, and without seeing anything and just listened to a song without stopping, and me fell asleep on the couch because he could not even get up to go to the room.
Or a couple of months ago when you were waiting in a corner drinking a pint, and messages you wrote what you were reading at the table, while elsewhere on Tuesday reafirmándote still was there. And all those
Tuesday, pain, alcohol, everything.
All these, until yesterday, I went to bed early because I wanted to start well. But it was Tuesday, and of course, on Tuesdays you can not start well. So without wanting the fear starts to appear somewhere on your body, then distrust, and then the memory.
And someone comes and you're reserving it for the weekend , but the pain is taking over your body, and just doing as usual.
Dame to smoke, fuck, that's not going to hurt my life, but will improve my feelings now.
And you just lying to the many, almost the same pain you had.
and reach a conclusion.
At least no more painful.
But you're tired of always the same thing happens, it is always the same, and that does not evolve.
You are trying to evolve.
What else? Tired
. Yes Tired, almost completely.