“I am an old soul
trapped in a young body”, said a friend of mine years ago while we were enjoying
a coffee, and talking about everything
and nothing at the same time, as we usually did ever we meet, it was one rainy
evening, and we were in my favorite coffee shop on that days, now it is a
karaoke bar, and when I pass through that place (as today) I remember that day
with a bit of nostalgia, I can´t remember if it was the last time I saw this
friend of mine, he was eager to know, eager to travel, eager to eat the world,
to explore it. And he was about to finish the university as I, she was always
talking about study out of the country, leave all this behind, and I was agree
with her, we were in the same tune, but the future was waiting us in very
different ways, after we finished we barely meet because I began to work and
follow my dreams soon as I left my parent’s house, left my city for a time, and
my life changed a lot. One night while waiting for my wife I saw this friend of
mine, dressed in a coffee shop uniform, and in that moment I realized that her
dreams just were faded, for her sad eyes, later she told me that two kids and a
divorce aren’t good for dream chasing. “old souls in young bodies are bad
combination, folk”
domingo, 3 de febrero de 2013
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