just do not want. There.
He stared, sitting in the car. Expected. Every now and then looking at the sea. Then again her. Silence. She continued to keep an eye on the thread of smoke rising from the cigarette. He seemed not to expect anything. Nothing at all.
Out on the beach behind the glass, a man was running. And a dog.
were parked under tall pine trees along the promenade. The windows were beginning to fog. Nobody on the beach. Besides the man who already was gone, disappeared behind the side windows, behind the clump of oleanders.
It was still spring. At least. She seemed so.
- go down? We walk a bit '?
He had watched hour, straight into his eyes. Can melt the pain, or was it on again?
- I do not want to walk. I want to say that the remains. Now. What you say. The bottom
scrutinized, lit. How was the last time.
Basically every time he looked at her like that. Also the last time. But then not.
He was never the last time.
kept hell. Him with her thoughts and desire for her to burn inside. A dig like a hand with fingernails. A take away everything else. Let me naked. No future.
you think of that one, ever. Always. Like this but better.
The first drops.
- is absurd, listen. It hurts to see you so. I can not a.
heartfelt voice, as sad as a child. But it was a little girl. And perhaps it was not even sad. It was nothing. Now. Nothing more. He was not even there. The cigarette thrown. He thought of the man who ran before. I wonder where was she. With its festive dog. Tongue out. He thought that he would be home. To think about what he wanted. Lying in bed. As death. Without necessarily having to speak. Without explaining. Consular. Calm. There was nothing to console and there was peace. Impossible.
- you have to do anything. Alone remains.
He had taken her hands and squeezed, hard. Almost made her sick. It looked like a revenge for all the abyss where sank every time he had in his eyes. It looked like a prison. A trap. A trap can always look like a home. She thought. Or maybe not. Leave me alone, think again. But did not say.
The rain increased. Drummed on the roof of the car like a cry, a mangled reference to streams.
She looked out. The outside was not there more. It was all a downpour. A whole succession of drops oblique. What is exceeded. Merged. Slipped away. Forever.
The sea in front of them twitching restlessly, as in her the desire of the other, silent, yet still kept in close together. always together.
- ... So what? Ruins? I see you again? Say yes.
And she, the other in the soul, heart, skin and eyes, the other was not there, (there was never. Never. Never), the other, based wound, the other wind, fog and salt and breath
- Rest, yes, rest. Yes
Out now, it was time. Thunder and bursts of light. Strong wind. Havoc. The giant sea
a shady and restless shouted his anger.
Nobody around. Just water. That does not wash at all. It was not enough to wash anything. Nothing.
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