117 ° 116 ° 115 ° was in a single view . At a glance, tell a venezolanx. With only one click, the screen covered his face, its shape, gaze, looking at that angle, I knew that time again when the teacher saw me dance, I can not remember whether to scold or simply say: Stay away from this world, dude. This is how I awoke to the not-know-what in your photo, the sincerity of such time of that photo. 're One of those kids who are contemplating for a long time, accept the consequences of a delusion or a sigh complicated and important, but Finally, look at you not as poetry but as a man. Because that poetry belongs to you as you breathe and sway as you walk. So, tell me in your photo.
I earned the 140 characters in a tweet public, no less than 140 characters in a tweet private. I earned that look to write and not write, try writing, and me the idea I'm writing. But to the point. That photo, go to is all about you! It's a long meeting with you, is a reunion with that you go back to see, to you. Like who says there: that picture is sincerity, this view is the soul . I dare not complete the sentence, because I separated dozens of countries and hundreds of climates. And I reiterate the point. Between gray hair and eyes with life own life own, is a picture that only celebrates those who celebrate your victory: that silent joy closed lips, jaw relaxed and a duality in your eyes, an eye that announces the satisfaction and the other permanent whispers lucidity.
So, I told you your face, I doubt it's a spectacular photo, I doubt it's fantastic, I doubt that is unique, the only thing is that I do not doubt that, who saw, who whisper, not you.
Thanks for that moment, Arato.
Back to writing ...
