The flight was delayed by half an hour, get there early allowed me to learn first and wait, obviously, much longer than the rest. Read a book or simply await sitting adjacent seats were sufficiently comfortable to sleep, the airport was filled with passengers just as eager as me.
I observed all over, I needed blank pages to describe what I felt special, I improvised my agenda as loose notebook, each person was a world of experience walking, every hair type, each coat, everything could be put into words. Face to face walked and stopped at one, had contracted brows and eyes focused on a laptop rebooted - another of those who did not release his toy, or in moments of comfort-su intellectual air, security in their hands. Where do you go? Who and what does it do? What will fly? I check my 'hi', friend, can I borrow? Share some photos with me. Lead us not into temptation. I choose to look the other environments.
He turned to where I am, back to reading my book, and I keep writing about it, make a faint sketch of him sitting. Bah, these mental exercises exaggerate the impulses of the imagination. There are endless psoibilidades that are not connected in any way real line that is my destiny. However, thought everything was recorded and then laugh at me, I have released those assumptions about these papers scattered calendar.
Agendas remind me of a friend who is not, be stopped before you commit emotional suicide. Two years ago I had been giving away their old agendas. I remember just received them without concern, inevitably my work and other occupations, ended up stacked with other materials that caused me to read. Until one Saturday (Because I always get "the day" stories, Francois Vallaeys great), I met with the instinct and arranged in tidy things in my room. I returned the gift abandoned, be sure to find a message written for me, a council, a tale about the experiences that you as a friend confessed that he was, Christmas greetings from other friends, new years, etc. Among the leaves and found myself imagined ideographic strokes, dressed, and uttering phrases that did not exist among his papers rather than journals and ink from a liquid ink pen. The pages were filled with random thoughts, just started to dream story in which, little by little, I became an unacknowledged love, shy, very quiet in real life. I have the feeling frozen I see myself in imagined situations originated by another being, where they say what I feel or what they want, but what that person wanted to say and to think or feel. It's so strange to become another character dreaming mind.
I changed my plans go for a coffee and a sandwich. He just closed his laptop and starts to revise prices in the stalls. I follow his eyes and stop writing dispuesa to follow suit. I am almost in front of him, the bar is great for preventing suficientmenete notice me at first sight. Even observe his light blond hair, his eyebrow defined, moderately fleshy lips, like those models that need only half open his mouth to exploit their sex appeal. Was lost in her light shirt and dark blue jacket, all harmoniously combined with the eye of the sea and the strength of its features.
I imagined looking at me and touching my waist, bothered to take me to a secluded place. "We traveled on the same flight? Inviting me to spend a weekend at your beach house? Do you like losmismos writers than me? You open your laptop and share music videos of singers fascinate me. Sing a song in perfect Italian and I applaud admired. The flight was delayed half an hour, we are talking about your singleness, your fight Porla equal opportunities, your help to organizations that support your ideas, your love for animals and impressionist art, your objections to the Da Vinci Code, your theories about Brief History of Time.
This time I look them straight in the eyes, would have noticed my thoughts? Apparently so, but his cell phone rings and avoid the noise of the environment by turning your body to another address. Your wife perhaps? "Your daughter? I find when the blast was near, my latest stratagem was advanced to twenty percent, it would not back by now. Every crisis ... already know, I take your entertainment and crept to pay the bill very close to you, my courage left forgotten my agenda that I wrote until the last second, hoping to trigger the consequences of that act had only planned my romantic imagination. Sure, call your voice intoned, will indicate that I forgot, having no response will approach you took my arm and what will be born after a record year as crazy story by an unknown girl at the airport.
Avanzo longer than scheduled and turn my face covertly. There was another woman by your side, canceling the account, you just hung up the phone and she is ready to move forward and stop with the firmness of your hand. Advised of his forgetfulness, I moved her head and smiles for your chivalry. I'm not seeing a mirror, that blonde is not me, not the owner of my agenda. It is about where you are of the agenda and gives it to the caregivers. Invites you coffee and flushed agree, do you accept? How easy you agree!
not back down I lost object to watch them walk to the departure gate, hugging and exchanging shy papers before going in different course. The chances ended with this line. I have to take the plane, I maybe only one tool to another plan of life. Maybe it was a psychopathic murderer, of which both lavish in blockbuster films. But deliver us from evil. Within half an hour arrive at my home, and feel the embrace of my children and my husband. Finally, the leaves of the imagination are very extensive and my agendas too short.
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