dilluns, 12 d’abril de 2010

Mike lived in London’s night. No direction, wild parties and strange substances. He got by with a little help from his mum, who though the boy was studying in the big city. Angie met him by chance in a dark club. She was as lost as he was. Maybe they were made to be together. But their lives were very different. Angie was hiding from a future she didn’t want; a big car, a nice house, a good husband, a family who chose all for her. She was longing for freedom. Long kisses and smoking nights leaded them to share a little flat where they spent a lot of time looking each other quietly. They didn’t fall for, but they felt good being this way. Why not?

4 comentaris:

  1. Parece que volvió la inspiración, sea forzada o no, espero que se mantenga.

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  2. Volvio la inspiración, al menos durante un instante, que ya es algo. Y sí, vuelvo a los dedicados, aunque ahora perseguido por la Inquisición disfrazada de "progre".

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  3. Al menos volvió momentaniamente. Y como bien has apreciado han vuelto los "dedicados", anuque sin un lugar ya en las carteleras, ya se sabe que en la actualidad la inquisición no entiende de orientaciones políticas.

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  4. She was as lost as he was...

    Sempre ens fa una mica de por arriscar-nos no? Tots som conscients del que podem perdre si ho fem..

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