Facing the blank page once again felt the fear of taking the pen and start writing your story, no history of successes and goals achieved no history of overcoming the world saw, not the story of his ever contagious smile, not that story, not the story that everyone came to inspire.
wanted to tell that story in which two unknown bodies found in a hot city, surrounded by white walls and lights (at the beginning ) off, would have prohibited such meetings in the middle of the night, banned further meetings in the light of day wanted to tell her loneliness as an unknown body found in a lonely equal to theirs and that for a time was the perfect company, wanted to have joined as common and uncommon forms, meant that in a strange way they loved , because the first and only rule of history was not love, but it came in without saying words and all that silence was hiding loving and consumed in desire to speak and break the stupid rule, would count as his frustration with the censure of his words taught say I love you with a smile, a smile of complicity when they were in the corridors of the city, at the corner of a shopping center, a call at midnight, a smile as he tore the clothes in the darkness of movie theaters, a smile to share book or hear a new song.
also wanted to tell with a smile, amid a warm city never said goodbye more re-view, meant that damn smile was the facade, and that despite his perfect life, still had a say I love you and listening to , meant that the silence had learned the perfect way love, because I knew it would not change anything and that he would settle for a smile.
was
and tore the sheet, put the pencil and decided to enter gmail , click [compose mail], enter your address, write to the matter :) and press the send.
Welcome to the world of fantasy Stories bedtime 
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