I wove and wove without ceasing, until the last stitch, until I could tie the last knot.
It is incredible how red wool could be easily tangled ... it reminded me of the story of the red thread ... that story, after all, always seemed sad to me; What if maybe you never find your soulmate and you live a lifetime with someone who shouldn't be by your side? How do you know it's really her? What if your soulmate is someone you should hate because I hurt you from the worst way?
It's sad...
I opened the door of the cafe ... That would be my last coffee ...
This seems like when you are sentenced to death and they give you your last meal, today would be my last coffee, my last favorite thing in this world.
A Cappuccino, with the sweetest and bitter taste you can remember.
I just looked through the window at the people passing by ... it's incredible to think that, as much as I leave, the world won't stop ... it would be nice to know that the world will stop a little bit just for me ... No it must be the world, it would be good to know that someone's world will stop for a moment just for me.
A pearl-shaped tear slid gently down my cheek, I just sneakily pushed it away.
I decided it was time to get on my way. When I had done three blocks, I realized that I forgot my wallet in the cafe; I looked back and considered going back to take it, but decided it was an absurd idea.
Walk and walk until you reach the right place ... each step that climbed the building was a martyrdom.