"Finally... perhaps"
"…And then she wakes… - damn it’s night already, she thinks – her body moves in the slowly and lethargic movement of who is still sleepy… Her skin grazes another skin… - damn you’re here again, she thinks…
A glimpse at the pulse watch warns her that is late already; it’s time to start another night.
Two bodies lift up self-acting by the hour or by the situation… they lift up letting behind the bed where, not long ago, they were living that dream.
It’s time! A coffee, a cigarette, some cheap talk… I’ll see you – she says. Meet you later – he answers. I don’t know why you keep on lying – She thinks.
Later arrives… no one shows up… I knew it! Why do I keep on thinking this time will be different? – She thinks.
Later passes by… and tomorrow… and the day after tomorrow… no one shows up.
In a night, in some other night they will meet again, they will wake up together again, who knows… in some other night until the night in which she will admit that nothing is ever going to change… until the night she accepts that so much just isn’t enough!...
… She’s free then… "
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