MANY HAT
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MAGIC HAT
never noticed it too. He had been a few months hanging from that perch at the mercy of the clutches of dust, and forgetfulness. However, that afternoon there was something strange about the way he stopped looking at that pledge. He imagined for a moment that, at that round hole leather, could fit millions of ideas that had not yet written. Could cover the forehead, that part of his body where he longed to unleash an earthquake of tenderness to the rhythm of carnal caress of lips, because for some time that their wrinkles were not any attacks epicenter of affection. Could turn into something magical like a hat which shades rabbits emerged, and old passions whose flame still burns in the hearts of those who never forgets hugs.
- Honey. I liked that hat for you. I think I'm going to give away. I'm sure you look great, "she whispers in his ear Angeles.
- You have excellent taste. Surely not wrong.
They leave the store. They continue their walk through a rather long promenade until exhaustion forces them to stop. They sit on a wooden bench, and when it recovers a bit Angeles breath tells her boyfriend, Jorge: "I want you to put it until we stop loving."
The evening is beautiful. Recalls the brightness of his eyes in the bright sun whose rays hit softly the windowsill. Long ago that he stopped Angeles beating heart by a sad disease that took his life too soon. However, is still kept in that cupboard, and George, in a gesture of tender courage, between sobs affected, take the hat takes a while looking, and puts it on his head: "I want you to wear it until we stop to love. "
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