Blind date and The Waiting

We exhibit to the public opinion two new microrrelatos gone over to our writing recently. We remember that the above mentioned histories are construct you based on the photo of Alice González and that you can observe  a few líenas further down.

Blind date is a work of Daniel Sánchez Bonet, author also of the photo that ilusta the same one (for that one of not repeating so much the photo IMG_1587 ). You can visit its interesting blog MICRORRELATOS TO WEIGHT in:

http://microrrelatosapeso.blogspot.com /

BLIND DATE

So many desire it had of seeing it and of doing it once and for all that I came half an hour earlier to the place of the appointment. Of Lucía, which already knew it, said to me that it would be direct, that it would not go away with detours and that he liked doing the things nicely, but very rapid. As we stay in the chat, she would take a suit of brown color and the quiet hair and I would take an overcoat of black color up to the knees and an umbrella because of course it would rain. This way we would recognize ourselves. It did not need any more. Why to attract attention if what it was importing really we were we? What more were the others giving? Why to lose a little time that we had? We were going to what we were going and be enough! Saying and fact! This way strangers do the things to themselves between and then, each one from his part and so satisfied. This way there are this type of meetings, rapid but intense because to one, in these cases, the goose-flesh always puts itself and is that there are nerves, many nerves if something goes out badly after so many doubts and indecisions.

 Look at it, over there it comes. It has to be she. There is no other one. Discreet, in spite of everything and with the fixed look in me. Completely sure and entrusted of what it is on the point of doing: Why him to turn?

 At thirty seven after one, I already had what I wanted of it and she of me. It was rapid, without repentances. Later, it left as if nothing had happened between us.

 Now only it was staying to pretend up to coming to house. Once there, it would open it.

 Daniel Sánchez Bonet

The waiting is a work of Álvaro Acebes Arias and it us shows to a man become absorbed in its cavilacioens.

THE WAITING

 They would have to extract a photo to me. Yes, it would be the saddest. If I could meet now it would go out running. It would not go down even the train. I hope it could be quite otherwise, that I was meeting as I see myself. That saw me from the distance without I me realizing, only hoping and that it should understand how there are the things. I compete something like that from that then everything would be different. There is no doubt. Calm … nothing happens. Why is desperation in the breast and this feeling of gap? I must not look like too much an enthusiast. That scares some people. It is necessary to avoid the dependence, to be always available. It is not good. I earlier was not like that. I do not explain to myself that it has happened. From the moment in which it appeared everything began changing. And I liked that the things were changing. He made me feel differently but I liked. One should say it that … we will go to a coffee and I will say it to him. He will like hearing it. Insurance. But it is necessary to pave the way, I cannot release it as well as this way. We need time. That is, it walks a little … only fifteen minutes stay and it will be here. Only I am waiting. Waiting but: waiting what? I take two hours in this platform and do not repent. Two hours here standing … sure that would understand it, that would see me of another form and perhaps … Yes, would feel something, or perhaps not. This attitude is not well. You need to calm down, not think about it. I hope a cigaret could smoke me … I left it for her. I liked but the truth is that it was right, it was destroying the lungs. One daily bundle and a half: to whom does it occur? But now I would calm down a little …: Why did I bring the portfolio? It does not do any more that to hinder. The best thing had been to leave it at home. Above it is beginning being cold. In the fund this is of laugh … We speak yesterday by phone and its voice was sounding calm: truth? No, he did not say to me that anything special … only spoke of the hour of arrival and that it was lacking me. There is not of what to worry, but he would not have said that to me. It has lacked me. He said it that clearly … I do not know because I have to think about this. There is no problem. Everything is going to be fine … And if not, nothing happens. You cannot do anything. There are things that happen … It keeps on walking. The train comes at least quarter. Little is missing. I hope everything is like the last time …: when was it? Two months ago, I believe. In Barcelona, when it went to that meeting of the work and we say goodbye in the airport. Yes, it was in Barcelona … I am sure that both we feel something. She also. That long, long kiss that we gave ourselves along with the door and the people was happening around us and it was not important for us. And I was not releasing it and she to me and two concentrates in that kiss … only kissing because we were thinking that it would spend a lot of time until we were meeting again not also. And we kiss for the long time … It was wonderful. I had never felt this way … I hope be the same again. Perhaps she is thinking about this kiss also. Do not say bullshit! She will be asleep in the train. Do not do illusions to yourself … A few minutes any more, they have only to spend a few minutes more and all this will have finished. I believe that I am going to wait there sat. The feet hurt me. I will put the umbrella there nearby, along with the portfolio. I do not know because devils I brought it, it is not going to rain … today not.

Álvaro Acebes Arias


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Blind date and The Waiting

We exhibit to the public opinion two new microrrelatos gone over to our writing recently. We remember that the above mentioned histories are construct you based on the photo of Alice González and that you can observe  a few líenas further down.

Blind date is a work of Daniel Sánchez Bonet, author also of the photo that ilusta the same one (for that one of not repeating so much the photo IMG_1587 ). You can visit its interesting blog MICRORRELATOS TO WEIGHT in:

http://microrrelatosapeso.blogspot.com /

BLIND DATE

So many desire it had of seeing it and of doing it once and for all that I came half an hour earlier to the place of the appointment. Of Lucía, which already knew it, said to me that it would be direct, that it would not go away with detours and that he liked doing the things nicely, but very rapid. As we stay in the chat, she would take a suit of brown color and the quiet hair and I would take an overcoat of black color up to the knees and an umbrella because of course it would rain. This way we would recognize ourselves. It did not need any more. Why to attract attention if what it was importing really we were we? What more were the others giving? Why to lose a little time that we had? We were going to what we were going and be enough! Saying and fact! This way strangers do the things to themselves between and then, each one from his part and so satisfied. This way there are this type of meetings, rapid but intense because to one, in these cases, the goose-flesh always puts itself and is that there are nerves, many nerves if something goes out badly after so many doubts and indecisions.

 Look at it, over there it comes. It has to be she. There is no other one. Discreet, in spite of everything and with the fixed look in me. Completely sure and entrusted of what it is on the point of doing: Why him to turn?

 At thirty seven after one, I already had what I wanted of it and she of me. It was rapid, without repentances. Later, it left as if nothing had happened between us.

 Now only it was staying to pretend up to coming to house. Once there, it would open it.

 Daniel Sánchez Bonet

The waiting is a work of Álvaro Acebes Arias and it us shows to a man become absorbed in its cavilacioens.

THE WAITING

 They would have to extract a photo to me. Yes, it would be the saddest. If I could meet now it would go out running. It would not go down even the train. I hope it could be quite otherwise, that I was meeting as I see myself. That saw me from the distance without I me realizing, only hoping and that it should understand how there are the things. I compete something like that from that then everything would be different. There is no doubt. Calm … nothing happens. Why is desperation in the breast and this feeling of gap? I must not look like too much an enthusiast. That scares some people. It is necessary to avoid the dependence, to be always available. It is not good. I earlier was not like that. I do not explain to myself that it has happened. From the moment in which it appeared everything began changing. And I liked that the things were changing. He made me feel differently but I liked. One should say it that … we will go to a coffee and I will say it to him. He will like hearing it. Insurance. But it is necessary to pave the way, I cannot release it as well as this way. We need time. That is, it walks a little … only fifteen minutes stay and it will be here. Only I am waiting. Waiting but: waiting what? I take two hours in this platform and do not repent. Two hours here standing … sure that would understand it, that would see me of another form and perhaps … Yes, would feel something, or perhaps not. This attitude is not well. You need to calm down, not think about it. I hope a cigaret could smoke me … I left it for her. I liked but the truth is that it was right, it was destroying the lungs. One daily bundle and a half: to whom does it occur? But now I would calm down a little …: Why did I bring the portfolio? It does not do any more that to hinder. The best thing had been to leave it at home. Above it is beginning being cold. In the fund this is of laugh … We speak yesterday by phone and its voice was sounding calm: truth? No, he did not say to me that anything special … only spoke of the hour of arrival and that it was lacking me. There is not of what to worry, but he would not have said that to me. It has lacked me. He said it that clearly … I do not know because I have to think about this. There is no problem. Everything is going to be fine … And if not, nothing happens. You cannot do anything. There are things that happen … It keeps on walking. The train comes at least quarter. Little is missing. I hope everything is like the last time …: when was it? Two months ago, I believe. In Barcelona, when it went to that meeting of the work and we say goodbye in the airport. Yes, it was in Barcelona … I am sure that both we feel something. She also. That long, long kiss that we gave ourselves along with the door and the people was happening around us and it was not important for us. And I was not releasing it and she to me and two concentrates in that kiss … only kissing because we were thinking that it would spend a lot of time until we were meeting again not also. And we kiss for the long time … It was wonderful. I had never felt this way … I hope be the same again. Perhaps she is thinking about this kiss also. Do not say bullshit! She will be asleep in the train. Do not do illusions to yourself … A few minutes any more, they have only to spend a few minutes more and all this will have finished. I believe that I am going to wait there sat. The feet hurt me. I will put the umbrella there nearby, along with the portfolio. I do not know because devils I brought it, it is not going to rain … today not.

Álvaro Acebes Arias


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