Maybe I should not do it, maybe I should stop thinking about it, after all is not fair, not fair to me, for you and everyone has to do. He repeated this when he ran home that day, the cold froze his hands, but despite all clutching his camera. His fingers barely moving but did not pay any more, his only thoughts were for that photo, the image of a stranger, a girl he had seen a lot of times but that did not even know the name, the luck would have entered his shot. The case, not destiny. He did not believe in fate, believing chimeras had chased too many times to respond to a fate that gave him an opportunity too many times and found that is the case and nothing else in life if you happen to something you did not expect: it was a coincidence that, when he was little his way to a picnic with her friend that he liked so much he fell with his hands on a piece glass, is a case when it rains and just when you walk past a puddle next to a car hurtling wetting everything while you go for an interview, is no accident that sitting in the compartment of a train enters a beautiful girl who reads the book or your own if you are to make a decision on which position and all eyes in the world around you refer to that decision, and indeed in most of the time refers to the decision that we would like to believe that destiny is giving us the road. Nothing so transcendental, it's just that in those moments we put our attention on something, most of the time because it was not in our plans that day of the picnic would have fallen hundreds of times, but only a particularly attracted his attention, every day can happen to pass over puddles and tens of hundreds of cars may pass you by, but simply do not we pay attention, not attract our attention or the bustle of a train passing in front of a lot of people who read but simply do not attract our attention. Is this what you call fate, something that coincidentally draws our attention to that image and attract his attention, had been fascinated by that look, those eyes staring at him and did not expect to see. True, but the goal is not staring at him, just for this though, because staring through the viewfinder of his camera, he felt that the eyes of the girl were close to her, he seemed to almost touching it, he took all the time at his disposal to try to impress in that photograph the beauty of that moment and he succeeded, he thought the photo more beautiful and every time he lowered his eyes to look at those same emotions felt
Here it is, without a street corner, with his back against the wall and the heart that beats mad he feels that there is an earthquake, one of those they throw down everything and if you want to live you have to start all over again. Here he is with his back against the wall and close his car in his hands, now do not feel the cold more than most, that the blood pumped by the heart's so crazy warms the body.
The earthquake had knocked out all but two roads, one behind him, straight, will take him where was that girl, the one around the corner, will make him change direction, you will not see anything more than that left.
now decided off his car, the heart is calm, the earthquake has upset but he feels strong, looks up the car, has raised eyebrows, endlessness, quell'aureola gold around the iris made him look like a lion laying down their prey and with the same strength and the courage drops a hand from the camera, leans against the wall and uses it to lift and there he is, his head tall and proud with a pitch that turns the corner.
A shock, trudging pace, another shock, that damned earthquake which throws down all over, he falls on his knees, feeling the cold asphalt ice cream in your hands, lift one knee and puts his foot on the ground, with your hands pushing on his leg and uses it to leverage and get up, shake it too hard, the road ahead of him and here he begins to crumble away, turn back, turn the corner and secure the straight road of front of him. He knows where it will run but the same running order not to fall again, now afraid, knows to rebuild everything.
has come, now is safe, it seems so long ago since he had been there the last time and there they were those eyes, that look was just as he remembered it and now she looked at him, now looked at him and not his machine. He is standing, the last piece of land that had managed to withstand the vacuum while all around was "maybe I should not do it, maybe I should stop thinking about it, after all is not right for me, for you and for anyone c ' but imagine if you enter a road on which walking and if this was the only road that leads to you do not feel tired while running, no danger I would desist from doing it, even if torture would be liable to the end of it all there was you and lucky are those who will find you at the end of that road. Sorry, I had to tell you. "
And there are those who swear that as soon as he finished speaking he saw him take a step into the void and look under his feet he saw a piece of land, but was still too far to achieve it.
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