Only my soul can now understand this feeling so alive I feel that twists and takes shape within me. It may not be the best time of my life. Maybe I've lived those happier days. It is even possible that I have left to live much better experience. But no regrets. Although the dream was not expected. Although I feel a little disappointed. As much as things have not been as planned. I do not care. I want to return. I want to be there again. Although my mind is no longer the same. Although I will not be either. I do not mind. I want to go there. Lost in the streets. Laugh by just being outside my home. Of my country. From my site. Although let's face it, not that I feel truly belong somewhere. I want to hold on to the meter bar to not fall for their speed. Longing that landscape so different from this. Tall buildings. Colored lights. People walking. Driving cars with the steering wheel to the right. Men dressed in suits. Clutching briefcases by stress. Light eyes. Muted hair. Decker buses stained with passion. The weight of the umbrella in the bag becomes a habit. Essential. As if it were the mobile phone. People. People and more people. Bungalows. Bars other than I'm used to seeing. Different voices. More closed lips. Education. Sorry for everything. Smiles so different from here. Signs unknown. Attractive storefronts. Department stores unknown to me. Streets that seem avenues. Walking kilometers. Impromptu kisses in the rain. Ordinary women runway models that seem to parade down the sidewalk. Silent Voices. Rings prices. Another air. Other contamination. Another world. I miss him. I miss. Not quite a Anoy and perceive the gap. I re-live it. Although it is not perfect. As much as it seems a different city which does not met after 365 days. Neither rain will soak me disappointed. Neither the cold steal me what I feel. Wait , London. do not know when I will return. Maybe too long. But I promise to warn you before doing so.
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