mayo 09, 2005
This bird has flown
That night, he stayed awake till 6 or 7 AM. Every minute, every hour, every day passing, the chances for a new beggining were dying, just like a flower trembling in a funeral pire.
But she never called. And finally, he realized that she don't cared anymore.
An ancient wisdom said that as time go by, the healing become peace. The sadness become rage. And love become nothing.
That sunday, the first sunday of the rest of their lives, he sat down on a corner watching the world rolling down. Tired of waiting for her to be brave and play her last chance, he stared at his cell phone, and erased her number.
"This bird has flown", he said in a quiet voice.
Hours later, that night, he cried for her for the last time.
And prepared to start over once more.
But she never called. And finally, he realized that she don't cared anymore.
An ancient wisdom said that as time go by, the healing become peace. The sadness become rage. And love become nothing.
That sunday, the first sunday of the rest of their lives, he sat down on a corner watching the world rolling down. Tired of waiting for her to be brave and play her last chance, he stared at his cell phone, and erased her number.
"This bird has flown", he said in a quiet voice.
Hours later, that night, he cried for her for the last time.
And prepared to start over once more.
# posted by es... @ lunes, mayo 09, 2005 
