(pirates)
Only speak from experience that gave me the failure.
In life there are people who are special. Today I do not want to tell a story you like, not one of those stories that make you smile or think or mourn. Paso.
I'll settle for talking to me, thinking about it, but talk to me. I could care less everything else. 
I met as we know special people. In a strange way. One morning, we met in a kitchen in your kitchen. I was just a stranger in your world, a friend of magari.
At that time you expect one of those looks that bad jeans are cast in westerns, something challenging. A "hello" to hide a "what the hell are you doing here? ... In my house."
The guys are well. It's that asshole.
We do not like that other guy without pants walk through our kitchen looking for our coffee. We act in a manual, look suspicious, a serious and short "hello that such" and courts "if you want coffee, is in the cabinet." Point.
So we are stupid. Is standard.
He was not so. The special people always different. I wonder.
And he talked to me calmly, told me a strange story, something about a girl which was linked, he got to mourn with her just before bedtime. As I listened attentively and nodded to his comments, in my not stop thinking "What the hell is telling me this guy?". I smiled, so I do not usually do with strangers. The story was crap, and he knew it, I just wanted me to feel at ease. It is a way of saying "Look, I'll tell you something about my life, so we forget that you are a stranger and those in his underwear in my living room." That
in 'galego' is nobility ...
I've always liked his expression. His penetrating gaze, tired and mix thoughtful, and that kind of smile without smiling. The good people do these things. I watched all the time in the eye. That cost me so much to do to me.
People can lie with words, but hardly with her eyes and smile. Was cautious in words, words, paused, thoughtful. No egos.
I have before I notice right away when an intelligent person. Active then all you can have in my head to be at its height.
do not talk much.
It sucks that in this life it so hard to get rid of some asshole, then you can not spend more time with people you really like. But it is too late to explain that life sucks, then you are branded as pessimistic. Or you off, no more. And the rain just gives you the reason.
But the earth turns and we with it. Like it or not. This works well. This is my third life, and nothing changes. The sun still does not get to the moon.
He is of those people who think that do not contribute anything and always telling you the milongas ... but gives and gives much. So say those who hold him close.
David knows that and I'll cross again, no where, possibly in an opium den in Thailand, perhaps on a stone lost in the Costa da Morte, or leave you to say, a Moroccan zouk, a Madrid bar ... but we will simply fold. Then we'll talk a lot. That is my dream. A dream.
talk about Wars, lies, peace, dreams or nightmares, or song. From rabble, heroes, women ...
For your room must have an old, scratched CD, with a handful of songs, recorded with affection.
Sometimes I think living a movie that is not your movie. A little wonder that the world has fallen into a stupid, superficial, a world only let you give him drink, and a copper. Some streets you walk, without a trace. Sometimes I just think you did not read the instructions in this game, did not read the part of "love unconditionally no award or read where it says" if you stand or fights, not raise, but if you fall ...".
did well.
I want you now, be you. You're the one I know, who knew, who can think, who knows how to find your site and your way out of this, as all previous. But that's what I want, and your girls and Manu. Drinking until drunk washes Sabina wants that guy .... and if you forget how it was, I'll tell it again. With all the words you want.
not trying to stitch it, or look for the good words, the perfect words. Do not try to write the full story that will catch people. No way, it's five-plus in the morning, I rejodido of sleep, but sometimes do not feel like sleeping. Although the eyes are closed. David
beats Goliath. I know, I'm not lying when I say that I have no doubt.
writing this story, I just try to pretend I'm him ... and I guess as I tell him if it were me, and for that, I've never been me, I get into the mind of him ... despite never be him.
A fucking failure I suppose, my attempt.
How much crap to say how much I appreciate you ...
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