She cries, and I now, too.
traveled by subway on my way back. Became absorbed in my thoughts. looking without seeing the backs of the houses, drains, damp stains, the disclosures of gas, the gas bottles, the empty awnings because of the clouds ... when suddenly I beheld. Sitting across from me, his knees almost against mine. Crossed eyes a moment, a moment of shame, the kind of "caught me", and we did so because she was hiding something. Clutched her purse to her chest, and had shrunk his neck, trying to get into the trench. I hid facing left, into the hall, land, other than as I sat, went on the subway.
see her again, she looked out the window. I guess watching these facades reverse, those gray, those green moldy, when suddenly his eyes became glazed, his nose turned red, and barely moving, he managed to pull out a handkerchief from his pocket, and quietly, rubbing his chin, his mouth, hide again, then behind the black bag.
knew not react, or yes. I followed my mind while watching indiscreetly shooting me messages: Take him her hand, give him a tissue, ask if you are right ... I could only smile with respect. Sketch a small smile that appeared at the corner of my lips, and she nodded with appreciation. That's when my stomach when hungry, was filled with a ball of desire: desire to mourn, urge to scream at everyone, like hugging ... I was seeing empty mourn. Watching her tears streaked her cheeks. Now
alone. Recalling what I saw and what I experienced, and what I felt, I think I held too the kind that in an excellent grasp my imagination, not succumbing to the ideas of the death of his dog, loss of a suitcase in the news a disease ... what?. The fact is that she was suffering and I looked.
Happy new day.
pd. I got off with aplomb, leaving my chair and my curiosity. I left there and since then I have not seen him, but I would like.
