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From one island two sizes too small for my wastes of time to a centuries old cafe on the corner of history teetering between the shoulders of those who subdued history with their firm grasp of the imaginary. They stared down the banal hallways that now, millennia later, are still the homes to books of amassed through the ages. The first editions of our history as humans gather up dust while they wait for someone else to glance in between their hardbound covers and pressed lettering. I want to sit across a river’s bed with a stack of books, a pack of smokes, and a broken clock so that I may not be hurried. I go to seek a great perhaps but, in all honesty, I do it to have a new past.
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have you ever fallen temporarily in love with a stranger in a public place?
I must admit, I have. A single stranger I tripped with on my way to the airport, or from it, I don’t even remember anymore. I stayed. One “hello” led to something and so forth. But we never really met, the “spark” of the moment shocked us stopping from exchanging more than a few looks at first followed by a string of stupid ideas on end. The airport’s lobby saw us meet as the people around us helped us with the luggage and the papers thrown around us when our lives crashed. Two people met, that cold fateful day, each headed in a different direction. Polar opposites, that’s about as much as we could learn from our plane tickets. That and that we only had a couple of hours with which to seize a lifetime of stories. So we did, we bypassed the usual pleasantries of names and past experiences and went on to get to know the persons we were, problems and all. We were born in that instant our bags decided to intertwine and deviate us from our pre-ordained paths. Café bartenders saw us shoot questions in between sips as the coffee cups kept mounting up. Two spoons for coffee, and one for every dish we could think of. The plates unsurmounted the table giving our palates the taste of heaven. The bill grew, a hundred different names all in languages we did not care about. So there we were, two strangers stuck in a table, an island of conversation and laughter. We met as strangers and parted as lifelong mates, she got on the plane and I headed back to the hotel there was a lot to fix with a missed flight. I think I lost half of my mind in that moment, stuck in an instant that will never again repeat itself. Maybe it’s for the best.
So yes, I think I’ve fallen in love with a stranger and she’ll forever be that woman I almost missed at the airport.
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- 4 months ago
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La vida es corta y los libros largos.
- 4 months ago
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La atraccion me dura un efimero instante; en lo que nuestros organos sexuales deciden donde podemos pasar de extraños a jovenes enloquecidos, a enamorados que comparten juntos una primera noche, a borrachos cuya sed jamas sera saciada. La curiosidad, la curiosidad solo me dura una vida, que debo admitir jamas sera suficiente para conocer las vidas de una persona. Tan solo me es suficiente para saber como gustan una taza de cafe, o el ruido que hacen sus labios al acomodarse para una sonrisa, la manera exacta en que se sonroja cuando al oido le comparto una frase, como sonrie cuando quiere llorar pero no lo hace por permitirme disfrutar de algo mas que su rostro. Una vida solo me da para enamorarme de los detalles que duraran meros instantes.
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I am to become a more truthful individual even if it kills me, even if it pains me.
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