's not much you can say, but some say.
In an airport cafeteria a young woman sitting at a table. His lips seem profiled with a brush. His body, however, seems drawn in pencil, like a sketch. His hands close over the paper cup of coffee, so that heat into your body. Not appear to pose his eyes anywhere. Does the iPod connected. At this point begins to play your favorite song and close your eyes.
pale guy sitting in the airport cafeteria. His body resembles that of a skinny dog \u200b\u200band quiet. He is drinking a beer and settles his gaze on the shoes of passersby. Does the iPod connected. At this point begins to play your favorite song and close your eyes.
The boy and girl are hearing the same song. Both he and she resorts to that song for disinfecting wounds. Two cure them the same way because the two are injured in the same way.
Their eyes meet somewhere in the room and that room air is invisible a small fire that nobody sees.
What do at the airport? We do not know. Or if they are or if they come. If you are directed to a faraway place or are waiting for someone, we have no idea. Only the girl is in the cafeteria of Fiumicino airport in Rome and the youth is in Barajas airport in Madrid.
have been known within a song. The two have been seen by someone lacking sense. He knows he is alone at the table, but still feel that someone is stroking his face. Smile. She smiles back with a smile that does not know from where. He lights a cigarette. She feels that the smoke of someone who is not entangled in her fingers. It is an inexplicable joy. Something in the air. Sought. That can be play. But that has no name. Have embraced a guitar strum. Have kissed while a voice whispered in English something like: " When someone tells me, anything goes wrong? I say no, it's just a song. All love songs make me mourn " .
In the cafeteria, people passing have the feeling that nothing special or different is happening at that time. But, for a moment, he and she were looking at the eyes in a nation that does not appear on maps.
She has opened my eyes after saying goodbye to the last chord. He looks around and does not recognize the place where it is. Beside everybody speaks English. And when you're wondering why do so many English tourists at the airport, the waiter comes over and says, in perfect English, if you want to drink.
The song is over, but he still has his eyes closed. Wants to retain the feel trapped under the eyelids, but she listens to a group of Italians speak at the next table and opens his eyes. Just then heard over the loudspeaker a voice speaking in Italian.
She walks, like a sleepwalker, the Barajas airport.
He walks as if he were dreaming, Fiumicino airport.
The two look at and walk around looking for someone who does not know who he is.
And since then we do not hear anything more from them.
Perhaps there is a possibility, one in a million, that can re-match somewhere in the world. Maybe the wings of their planes roughly the same cloud. Perhaps someday have the same dream and kiss elsewhere without nation. Perhaps his world travels form the same drawing on maps. And maybe that picture looks like two of them. Maybe. Or maybe no. Who knows. Alike are doomed to forever without being crossed. Little is know about them and it is difficult to reach a conclusion.
have left us alone a tune on his lips. Perhaps it is too.
