afternoon will slowly falling yellow light pollen spread, spill onto the reeds and light rays, laughter and silence of anxieties and hopes and desires shared laughter and, for once we are no names in bold, but people of flesh and blood, people who have come after five hours of bus to be a while with us, and returning home after another five hours, listening to stories that make us the creeps: the mother who makes the sandwich thinking that your child is in the field with his friends (you'll see that release when you have to lie, but all in time), the boy who burned fiddled while Rome (who accompanied his friend with Down syndrome to a movie and fell asleep), which became the fan Brokeback Mountain by the usher (thankfully did not put Die Hard), the teacher's very keen on homoeroticism, that of the mother who brings bilbainitos, the girl's surprising that not valued as it should, that of the girl who saw the film a January 20 and could not share of the accounting gray suit hung on the rack and pulled the shirt drawer bought at eighteen ... And it falls in the afternoon and read your messages, and the names of your cities that will never be what were for us, because you walk through its streets, and weave the threads and ties are created, we we domesticated, and travel through the wire heaven to San Sebastián, Albacete, Cuenca, Canarias, Pamplona, \u200b\u200bBarcelona, \u200b\u200bMallorca, Costa Brava, Valencia, Bilbao, Vigo, Alicante, Sevilla, Granada, Toledo and more away to Buenos Aires, Mexico City, Lima, Monterrey, Mendoza. ... (sorry for forgetting but it's Monday). And the evening
not seem to want to go (and not forget that phrase, "a long time since I was so happy" may be so, just like this, always?) And in silence, think of the many gifts this film has given us, and certainly this is the best: to spend an evening with such wonderful people, and the memory (forever now) that May afternoon in which we were a little happier.
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