Could that be what makes the difference, 'could a change of sentences', change the perspective of tomorrow or at least its present?
Dear reader: it is February: Have you already thought about it? Friendship or Love. Just say it. Be Functional! Get active! Love Forgives! Believe! Proclamation! Shout it to the four winds or the immense seas of love!
"I never thought that and right now." If dad shows up, it would be a new topic of family conversation. How do I explain that the man I love is gone? What became a seagull and furrowed the seas!
She was absorbed in her thoughts, when the first siren sounded, warning one more hour before leaving, then one would come every 15 minutes until four sirens were added, at the end of those sirens, the anchor was lifted and 15 minutes later, the cruise closed its doors, if the option to embark or disembark ...
At that she opened her eyes ... and at the first glance: Oh! Any! "Nothing changed the situation." The officers were at their posts as before. Checking a way of the ascent ladder, the rise of the passengers; and by another way of the descent ladder, controlling the respective descent of passengers, according to ticket and travel itinerary.
His father before leaving, two and a half years ago, from that same place gave him an envelope, with the slogan that he open it in case his return lasts for more than a year and a half and that there will be and is at the waiting for him, according to the instructions written in a letter, sealed and notarized.
"Oh !? What is this? Nalexa said, "It's a notarial stamp here in Peru." Why did dad give me this? What was he trying to warn me about? Is something happening that I can't define?
—Now I understand, the mysterious request to get a yellow outfit and a European-style feather hat, I almost look a little out of tune with the fishing pier atmosphere, which is what is fashionable in this pier. For what? Or who should I dress like this for? Again she was trying to close her eyes and reapply the relaxation therapy, the one Bierny taught her, every afternoon for two years in a row, until her father, mother, his younger siblings, and finally him disappeared. .
Nobody wants to say anything about it. The premises were seized and today they have new owners and new tenants, what used to be a large mini market, is now a liquor store, above all adulterated. The good neighbors no longer go to buy there, but they swarm, people of the bad bottoms. Like that once people are dead or disappeared, the places of their existence lose their color, nature no longer changes the seasons. Everything is like a prolonged autumn, something never stops falling, precipitating the emptiness, abandonment and ruin of that place. If people leave, with them also the good vibes of that place.
From the descending ladder, someone was raising her hands, waving them at her, but she turned, thinking it was someone standing right behind her. But no: she turned around and didn't see someone move from her place, let alone return the greeting.
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