7 seconds
If there is something I love is fresh up. Are those few seconds between the sueñoy reality. When you see your room neatly but still prefer to have those pink shades for lids. Those few seconds that you forget who you are, your problems, what distresses you and what makes you sad. For a brief moment you are free to yourself.
And then everything comes at once as if it were a tsunami.
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air from his lungs filled to capacity by little as he opened his eyes. Turned on itself to embrace the pillow on which he slept but could not go to sleep. I still could remember few details of what he had dreamed of and kept in a state of trance that was not bothered at all.
When he inhaled a wave of reality hit him hard. Her throat felt dry as he rose slowly out of bed. Passed over the frames as needed to face down but not turn it over to see the person photo. She was always in his mind.
looked at his reflection in the mirror and sighed. It was another day. Another day without it. One day, far more than just seeing it and discovering that she was much better than him.
Too bad he did not know that the same scene was repeated with her! ////////
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