I thought so, while marred by the car window in which I was sliding Rear seat every now and then, watching the silhouettes of the hills and trees that night despite what sounded familiar, and is not the first nor the last to go through the Autopista del Sol, that brings me more than a loved and remembered. But long ago, specifically from the Melipilla Sports game with the University of Concepción, which did not make the trip to hours as night, with the shadows of the poplars and the mountains I see in the light of the moon low clouds allowed to pass.
All because it was necessary, and necessary and pure impulse and heart, things I usually do not have, but sometimes I have, I went in unplanned trip to the neighboring province aboard an old Carica of Tasacoop standing by giving the seat to a lady who would Malloco, humming old songs Imagine Radio Romantic watching it was good, and even the silence of the villages with mud houses and dark streets and paths that when I smile day and I usually tend to return the gesture, could instill fear had to prove it or feel it. There are things more important than the return, even when it is dark, you do not get used or travel or night life, well-lit buses caterpillar with white bulbs have made him lose the other means of transportation, and other soil ghosts beat with songs like "All My Loving" and kind thoughts. Fortunately, I had to go back on a bus with sign "Highway", but in the order of the kind parents of Miss Lucy, thinking of how different it is night, how different the way, and those places where the taste of my mouth and my thoughts are not equal to forty miles to the east.
Greetings
SE, LERM. Eduardo Peñailillo B.
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