More than a wife, she could be your woman. You could be there for her and she would care for you, making fun of your slightly fat belly. One day she’ ll tell you that she’s pregnant and you’ ll love her huge belly. Four years later, her belly will be graceful (and because of your new regime of exercice, your’s will be more slim) and she’ ll laugh of your’s name choice for your daughter. Both of your childrens will be kind. Jim has his mom’s charms and Theresa has your glance - a friend will say.
don’t rush. hold your cake. there’s someone who wants to sing for you
She felt the space bigger and bigger. That’s because of the dark. She rushed her steps, but the road increased without any rational explication and the lights of the road service were too far. But she measured the distance on google maps. It’s not the night.
If you
If you could
If you could only
If you could only stop
If you could only stop your
If you could only stop your heart
If you could only stop your heart beat
If you could only stop your heart beat for
If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart
If you could only stop your heart beat for one heart beat."
I have a picture of that day. I can’t give a detailed description, but I could say that the trip was good and the weather was lovely. Outside the bus station, the sun struk him and the cold under his pullover turned into something cozy. He put his headphones on and arranged the bags to carry them. The green one was full of food and the blue had clothes and some of his Christmas presents. He took a shortcut and crossed the avenue. At the door of the building, he dropped the bags, took the key and opened the door. The particular smell of the stairway, that he noticed when he moved, born again. And with it, his college years and his life in the capital. Here he is again, carrying his luggage and asking to his mate, if he could help him. If he would tried to touch these images that appeared, they would disappeared instantly. Knowing that, he left them around him while he upped the stairs. They left gently. He dropped the bags in the hall, went to the bathroom (in a hurry) and sat in one of the white chairs of the kitchen. He gazed at the shinning window and opened it. It really was a nice day. He opened all the windows, smoked a cigarrette and started to put the the food on the fridge and the clothes in the closet. That’s it. It’s all in the place. There was such a peace - a little warm joy at his chest - that the future didn’t cross his mind.
