You have your certainties, built day after day, your wife, your children, your work. Then one day
is a bitch and you all lose your head.
You're sitting in front of the damned on the subway as she speaks with a colleague and would like to put a hand between your ribs, breaking my heart and put it on her legs.
just because you do not know that I would give to his dog for dinner.
You're just one of those on the subway. Not any one, however, one can not help but look at it.
you begin to think you're a maniac, doing everything to avoid his gaze, nervously browse through a magazine but can not do it always comes back to those eyes that mouth. She continues to smile at
his colleague. Among them is an accomplice who does not understand, are clearly Firt you die while bled.
you jealous, but at the same time you realize that you be so stupid as his colleague because she has a ring on his finger that clearly tells us not even try, no matter whether you are a colleague or a maniac on the subway, however, you have to let it go.
now is left alone, the firm step and are already enjoying the sense of bitter sadness for not having done anything even if you know there's nothing you can do. So
impulse in a moment of anger you get up and down the subway shooting with only four stops late. But then you stop and look for it with his eyes while the subway goes by fast.
His place is empty, tired, you turn again to go but she is in front of you.
not tell you anything, take your face in his hands and gives you a kiss that never seems to end. Then
shooting turns and walks away leaving you in disbelief. Would you like to follow her but an intermittent noise it gets more and more insistent in his head. Try to run but everything dissolves.
You wake up it's raining outside, not the heating is on but you're all sweaty. A
so it happens every twenty years.
For some once in a lifetime, I would say lucky them. What
morning shit.
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