Old ladies and gas stations

He founds himself inside an old room, with a wooden ceiling. A half open window and the smell of a barbecue outside. His desk full of papers, one little pencil and a candle. He wants to get away but his mind is trapped on a story. That story is a piece of his mind that didn´t had the oportunity to explain himself of what happened. A pair of blue shoes near the cabinet,a gray t-shirt by the door and nothing else. Mellow out he shouted. But it wasn´t possible. In this story we have no sound. He only sees and nothing more. Elegance he thinks. Be elegant.


The x-ray machine was off. And the city as well. A wide angle view over town and pressure drops as rain on a winter day. An old man with his wife seated on the park appreciating the view of trees dancing with the wind. Leafs flying,dogs passing by smelling themselfs and barking. On a period of golden silence, Terrence turns to Luana and reminds her. Of what she wonders. Soul mates with a perfect life. A perfect match. Lame thoughts on a gas station when driving to the beach.


And he had the chance to explain himself
And what to do when you´re in love with someone and she doesn´t know