Miguel extended their hands to form a rectangle with the forefinger and thumb, eyes tightly closed and reopened. Framed that moment, as he always did with those who wanted to immortalize moments in his memory. With a little effort could remember when it started to make these personal snapshots.
Belinda looked at him with his stunning green eyes. The computer showed shapes and colorful dancing to the beat of the music. The candles on the table provided enough illumination for the scene to make sincere and perfect.
Time stopped for a moment, Miguel saved your mental snapshot and thought how much he would miss.
-miss this time Belinda, "said Michel, in English.
-I know, me too. You're so cute - she replied.
Back in his car, tried to count how many times had mental snapshots: I remembered each one of them: The first one I did in Barranco, a pisco sour and Fatima. Remember too, that made Camilla's house the sweet siemrpe Camilla, saying goodbye before she left for Australia.
do not remember he did to Connie, the beautiful cowgirl who knew the months he spent in Buenos Aires and, of course, that it took LarcoMar telling Carmen, front of a cafe mocha, definitely leaving Peru.
Five years later and a couple of new scars on his heart, had forgotten the-now-distant memories of Fatima. The time had not passed in vain. Miguel
parked in front of his building and down the car. The moon shone in the sky in great detail, offering intoxicating beauty who stopped to see her. Thing that Michael could not resist.
The night ran in that quiet peaceful European people, while few passers repaired at the man who, with arms outstretched and eyes closed, was a strange rectangular shape pointing to the sky.
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