April is a Sunday, not one anyone is the Sunday of a big week for her. Their work and their skills are becoming very recognized; how no one is prepared to put a dent in a world dominated by men, a world where all have the luxury of throwing hints empty feelings for it is the girl. They are not going through your head that to get to her job has proved to be more intelligent and hardworking than most, and has spent nights awake with textbooks. But she smiles, always smiles and looks at life in the face and hope. It feels strong and in control of their future.
The night before, when I got home after leaving with her friends, sat by the window and looked confident, which always hears and sees as their own, the moon. It shone with more force than usual, made his light sensed his presence behind that cloud. While the lady of the night managed to escape from cloud, she took off those shoes so nice he bought on his last trip. He changed his clothes to get comfortable. Turned to look out the window and there was his age, ready to hear one more night.
They looked into my eyes and told him how tired I was and how intense it had been all week, told him that from now on will have more responsibility and obligation to devote more hours to work. He crossed his legs to get a massage on the soles of the feet and returned to remember their last trip and the conversations he had with a very special person who always showed their support. He looked back at his confidant and confessed that his mother also likes that guy, "seems formal and good, but with men it is better not to have too many illusions" were his words. Is it that feeling which had created an illusion not to feel alone? Had she deceived herself to be surrounded during the sleepless nights, along with a roommate who snores emitted more typical of a truck driver for a lady?
thoughtful got up and pulled a drawer a handkerchief stained with carmine, unfolded it and what looked like spots, turned in a universe of multiple shapes of lips very special, her mother's. Whoever had that idea sensational and tender, that her daughter had always close and could receive every day, kissing the distance was impossible to send. Chose one of those kisses and hit him in the face to feel the touch of those lips so far away and closed her eyes tightly to realize the illusion of his mother hugging her. Filled with new strength he always sent his mother, opened his eyes carefully folded handkerchief and turned to look at the moon. Filled with light and spend a big smile after he went to bed.
is Sunday and allowed to sleep for a while and enjoy Contact your pillow. It has raised happy, free and confident. This night has dreamed of a beautiful future and hopeful about what will be its future. Can not remember where passed, or the identity of the man next to that got old, he does know for sure is that the tissue of his mother's kisses, accompanied at all times.
rest at home, listen to music, one of his great passions and will be led by his pace and feel the happiness and freedom has been won. Tomorrow begins another week of April.
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