Summer

It was only yesterday waiting out to cross the street, that I feel the brezze of that summer I meet you, those crazy kids reading Rare books you said it) in the middle of the highschool yard, as if the life were on it. That day you tryed to join us, but we reject you. and jou just turn on your feet and bye! that was all.
The next day you arrive to uor place with that beautiful leather poetry volume!!
-"it's for you, you said"
why? I ask.
-"because I want to be your friend"-
in that moment I knew that you stole that; because only a stupid or a nut can give it just like that.