She arrived at night, from the place,
where the swallows
never migrate,
and emotions are
words,
that even the echo
throws them away.
When he crossed the
main street,
with his serene
gait,
He was only wearing
his eyes,
and the cravings of
time on your skin.
Separated from a
trash can,
something to eat,
after washing your
hands,
He sat on a bench in
the square,
he put a white
handkerchief,
on the wooden bench,
He slipped a small
prayer,
and elegantly, he
dined.
When he finished, he
returned to the night,
mixed in with lost
sorrows,
and with subtle
charm,
he asked an
unsuspecting
the most convenient
shortcut,
that will take her
to her future,
without going
through your present.
The young man looked
into her eyes,
wanting to see
beyond,
randomly pointed out
an address,
telling him that it
was there,
then he took her
hand,
he offered to
accompany her,
and in that magical
moment,
both knew without
hesitation,
who had arrived,
both to the place
they were looking for.
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