croupier
I've been looking for somebody to follow, not because i don't know where I want to go, but exactly because I know I don't want to go where I am suppost to go. Follow somebody worth it. Follow you somewhere else.
I used to think that barrels can only contain a certain percentage of alcohol in it, fr fishing or amusement only, until I realize that the smell of powder could turn into an amazing daydreamer ingredient when everything around you seems hopelessly hopeless.
People always talk about the miracle of life, giving birth to a new human being. But, what's the miracle to bringing someone to a world that knows more of pain than of hope. The real miracle comes of giving life to someone who lost his soul a long the way.
They said it was going to be easy to work on the gold mine, they never tell you you're going to end all covered in carbon and sweety, they only promise you that somewhere down there you'll find what you've been looking for... gold.
They came all the way down here just to tell us what they had to say, even when we knew the truth. The statement was short and clear, "He is not coming back", they said looking down to their small briefcases they got full of paperwork. Papa knew before leaving. Papa would have know what to say, but we didn't...
I enjoy above everything else to talk about these things that rush up and down my head everytime I get the chance to find you. However, this time, not even me could over see what was about to occur to this story that once begun. Nor my friends or the officer on patrol could have known what happened that night, that night when everything change between you and I.
Well, I was a little unsure about how to use the rest of the day. I've always been the type of guy who likes to keep things to himself the most possible time, to stretch them as long as I can. Like my secrets, like our love, like my life.