Well as this is already too dead, I decided to climb the first of a series of vignettes that I write from time to time, when I get to make my bohemian sitting in one of the squares of Santiago de Compostela. And as I have nothing better to do I devote myself to watch all the characters that populate the streets (which are many, believe me) and imagine a little life.
Well, this is the result:
Title: Street, Cigar Man
Gender: General
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He gave another puff on his cigar slowly. His name had almost become extinct, but he did not care. Then the flavor was still there, intact. gently picked up his glass and gave him a little sip imported beer he had just brought. Contact was a small, subtle, but the refreshing liquid touched his lips and went down his throat, in an almost imperceptible. staring at the ancient facade of the nineteenth century that stood before him, imposing his stony presence. He sighed and watched languidly & oacute; at his watch again trying to look indifferent. But it was late and his leg had begun to shake in small movements, showing their impatience.
more he leaned on the cane chair, making it squeak. Adopted his usual pose of sufficiency and felt somewhat safer. I did not want for anything when she deigned to appear will meet with a man impatient and anxious. No. First of all dignity. did not want to realize that she had sat there, hours, squeezing the beer as possible and rushing to finish their delicious cigarette. Pride, that forever. No poker &
; Iacute; to realize that dying to have her side. Of her in his arms ... A man walked past him. In your arms carrying a large glass mirror with an ornate wooden frame. Could be seen to perfection for a few seconds. Of course, did not like what he saw. But scared because I thought that was already used to that strange reflection.
He forced himself to acknowledge that he wanted her to come soon. Yes. Needed it. Never said it, and doubted that even now be able to do it but ... I loved her. Waking up this morning and realize that the cupboards were empty and that the house exuded a pungent scent of loneliness felt like all body parts are broken off into pieces and fell to the ground, ringing loudly in his head. Too late he realized that without it he could not breathe.
took another drag on his cigarette. His name gave up thesigh. This time forever. Hopefully it will come soon.
- Excuse me sir, "he said with the best tone he could. Dispatch hated people at the last minute was a tedious task as-knight-hawking, in an attempt to get his attention. Nothing.
put her hand on his shoulder, tried it was just a touch. But man, in a move so fast that hardly had time to blink grabbed his wrist and looked completely unfocused eyes.
- Mary ... - his voice was hoarse, tired. It sounded as if huBiera out of bed a while ago and see the world for the first time in many days. The waitress got rid of his paw firmly, trying not to seem rude. But something about this man that he was concerned and saddened at the same time.
- Excuse me, sir, "he said trying to look as nice as possible. Manager felt eyes on her neck, watching her "You're closing
The man continued to watch with the same blank stare, seemed not to understand his words. The waitress repeated them mentally in his brain, but his English was perfectly correct. As always.
- & ameza lowered even started to walk downhill, heading outside the square. Kept repeating the same words "has been" like trying to convince themselves that if they are read aloud, ache less. The waitress watched him leave and not knowing very well because he felt a great sorrow within.
why she had not come?
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