martes, 7 de agosto de 2012

Mariposa's burger king

6th August. Those eyes. Deep green. White cap, red t-shirt, brown trousers, funny smile... Those eyes. It wasn't only the color... It was the shape, the way they looked, the shine they had... I don't know why I fell directly to the ground.
Something's telling me I will see those eyes again, don't know when, where or how because I don't even know the name of the boy who has the chance of having those eyes, but that thing keeps telling me to try it. Nothing is impossible, isn't it?