Art, Music, and other Utterance

To pull me out again

Debut December in Buenos Aires. One summer evening, on the other hemisphere. She improvised to calm his heart. She went away to avoid his fears. Whatever, alone or accompanied, in fact, she likes it half. She tries in vain to escape her modesty. Tables dreaming of a life in color. Hesitant, indecisive and distant, so fragile, yet honest when she smiles. She waltzed between happiness and sorrow but it was basically his way to be here. Far bursts blockbusters, stories born for TV. She admires the lies with rancor and likes to imagine a life elsewhere. In the streets, she paces in search of the drunken old. So many thrills tarnished forever in the black and white of a silent film.

Take this book and burn the page. The rain will wash away the ashes.

you.

E.M.A.