never wanted to hear it again, and so, me jump every time threatened to play in my music player. I recognize that the memory that accompanies his line gave me a terrible panic. Many times I even wish I wish I had never liked that song. I wish no one had ever written.
A simple 'Play' triggered an agonizing affliction of 4 minutes and 15 seconds. And I returned to that hotel room wrong, a wrong city on a weekend that the schedule was determined to rub cruelly in the face. 4 minutes and 15 seconds lasted the sequence of images that still retain chaotically in my head. That loving look promising under a mattress lying on suburban, which means nothing, but saw so much sweat, smells, cries, desires ... As many as would fit in 4 minutes and 15 seconds ...
That song was cursed, the feeling became an elegy to die a little more each time you listen. That, the same as we appropriate one lover and I to the time of merger will not ever forget. That song killed me. And I vetoed.
pain, I went to the sadness, the sadness, the nostalgia of nostalgia, to oblivion. Do not ask me how, but I left there, stored in my subconscious, in a state of hibernation. I began to forget what that song meant. I began to forget even that someone had ever sung. And one day reappear. And listened. And that hyperbolic pain once caused me a wee bit of hilarity. And I smiled. I remembered the wrong lover. Or not ...
And I smiled ... I smiled ... I smiled .... In life, everything, absolutely everything, it happens. I lifted the veto. The wound was closed. Another lover was already waiting for me.
Building on the penultimate
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