In between trains
The clock was stuck. No one came by. She was left there alone because no one could tell a lie. Pidgeons asked for food. Street artists played lullabies. Her own age walked back and forth and stung like a bite.
Crosstalks grew taller. No one came by. Voices shaked like leaves in forests of hidden smiles. A rose was refused from an insistent street saler. An apology rushed from behind a running overcoat. And no reassuring message came to warm her up.
Checking for lost calls they both noticed each other. They feared this mutual recognition. This feeling of being skeletons of forgotten ships left under the rain in order to decay.
Do you by any chance have a lighter? - She asked. They both laughed before the kid said no. Harmonies can be played by unexperienced players after all.
Word by word a path was outlined. The smell of roast chesnuts also had something to say. No book can shake your anxieties away. Only an unexpected and unpretentious talk that saves you from waiting for the wrong train.
In between trains by Denise Pereira is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Crosstalks grew taller. No one came by. Voices shaked like leaves in forests of hidden smiles. A rose was refused from an insistent street saler. An apology rushed from behind a running overcoat. And no reassuring message came to warm her up.
Checking for lost calls they both noticed each other. They feared this mutual recognition. This feeling of being skeletons of forgotten ships left under the rain in order to decay.
Do you by any chance have a lighter? - She asked. They both laughed before the kid said no. Harmonies can be played by unexperienced players after all.
Word by word a path was outlined. The smell of roast chesnuts also had something to say. No book can shake your anxieties away. Only an unexpected and unpretentious talk that saves you from waiting for the wrong train.
In between trains by Denise Pereira is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Cenário meticulosamente bem descrito. Adorei :)
ResponderEliminarObrigada. Acho que estava a pensar no Chiado, ali junto à Brasileira ;)
EliminarHarmonies can be played by unexperienced players after all...acontece muitas vezes guardar pedacos dos teus textos perto de mim*
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