(from the 3 previous posts) Story 4-stroke
( 2002)
4 th and last part: MEMORIES
Andrea came home.
had been aware that she had been put up for sale and was determined to recover. So much life since leaving her!:'s Flirtations his youth, the heart and mind, more balanced and in his mature years, the children, the death of their parents, the companion of his life, the triumphs and failures, all his life stood still in this present, now trying to enjoy retirement he believed it deserved, although their bone pain sometimes makes it difficult. All were souvenirs and memories.
felt his life as a film designed exclusively for the girl who was there, playing in the yard and in that garden. He could not help throwing out the first thing out of mulberry, prompting you still exist. Found that yes, and taste of ripe berries will further evoked memories. Then he went inside. Entered the kitchen (first door on the right, he remembered perfectly), and his gaze was nailed with a look of tenderness on the window sill where she always left her papier-mâché dolls while he ate. Gently touched the walls as if caressing living skin. And so, rubbing it all with a touch aware, ran through the house. His whole life is recreated with it.
It seemed that the girl and she unfolded and felt desire to cross the ladder that connected with the upstairs, hug and say "Look, little girl, I got here and all this returns to you, for you to play and invent new adventures. I will write in a notebook of color and will close each day with a gold ribbon to wrap your precious fantasy.
The house was the girl, but a wise girl, who knew almost all of his future life. He was captured in their memories.
Andrea jumped thoughts to this and signed the contract of sale. With it in hand, felt the cycle of life, that where the end is the beginning and every beginning embodies an end. Strong pressed it between his hands, as if life itself and grab up to his car, took the way back, this time knowing they would soon return and sit in the shade of his house to remember and live. FIN
felt his life as a film designed exclusively for the girl who was there, playing in the yard and in that garden. He could not help throwing out the first thing out of mulberry, prompting you still exist. Found that yes, and taste of ripe berries will further evoked memories. Then he went inside. Entered the kitchen (first door on the right, he remembered perfectly), and his gaze was nailed with a look of tenderness on the window sill where she always left her papier-mâché dolls while he ate. Gently touched the walls as if caressing living skin. And so, rubbing it all with a touch aware, ran through the house. His whole life is recreated with it.
It seemed that the girl and she unfolded and felt desire to cross the ladder that connected with the upstairs, hug and say "Look, little girl, I got here and all this returns to you, for you to play and invent new adventures. I will write in a notebook of color and will close each day with a gold ribbon to wrap your precious fantasy.
The house was the girl, but a wise girl, who knew almost all of his future life. He was captured in their memories.
Andrea jumped thoughts to this and signed the contract of sale. With it in hand, felt the cycle of life, that where the end is the beginning and every beginning embodies an end. Strong pressed it between his hands, as if life itself and grab up to his car, took the way back, this time knowing they would soon return and sit in the shade of his house to remember and live. FIN
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All rights © Angeles Fernangómez (text and photo)
All rights © Angeles Fernangómez (text and photo)
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