Friday, half past five p.m., Bulnes station, line D.
Wagon that goes to the Cathedral, is nearly empty, unusual for the timetable. I lose my forehand by a girl who takes forever buying your ticket.
I stand in line in front of the door and there are plenty of seats to choose from. Before leaving, gets a doll (Not exaggerating) and sits right in front of me. Lips filled, pink, perfect, upturned nose, thin with a silver pierce that gives a greater splendor almond eyes, large, beautiful and deep. Her auburn hair drawn to watch your ears with a pair of earrings on each side and one hanging on the top of the left ear. The girl in the subway, it is impossible to replicate a look - while avoiding - and I am torn between his eyes and my feet, eyes and feet, his eyes y. ..
The iPod gives me the instrumental "Revenge" by Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse with the Flaming Lips, which makes serve as a perfect soundtrack to a particularly simple story.
Medical School Station is your destination and get off, ending four minutes and thirty seconds, intense, warm,
eternal ...
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