A story with a striking air of nostalgia to the beach where Mary brave it, you soak your feet ... W

Mary walks along the beach of Barceloneta, and in February was barefoot and full set foot in the water. River and jumps and falls ass in moist sand, just when an outbreak river ... but ... When asked why did these things, which was a bit bigger. She is silent, quiet and a little smile inside thinking, "What harm is there in making the Indian a while? I sultana in my life and do what I want with it. "
It's early morning and the beach is deserted, only to walk, is one athlete who has taken early early and go running. And she still uses the last hours of the night before. The sand has left the guitar. "I can get wet," he thinks, "but you t'espatllaries." Carefully the unholsters and some chords. A man has approached the edge of the beach and sits close to where the waves vanish. Maria stops playing and looks. "You mean that is not Ribalta?" Absolutely, not seen for years, and this way of lighting up is typical of him.
- I took it ... One day I was sleeping in an ATM, young people came to get money when they left and was gone. Whether you loved that guitar! White, like Jimmy Hendrix ...
- Thanks, but you know that you were better, both singing and playing - says while he puts the guitar in his lap. Makes an agreement. He does not like the sound, tunes a couple of strings, and begins to sing:
You said, shouting to exploit another!
And your heart beats heart attacks.
- Do not take coffee.
The voice away. Ribalta makes the case and into the marketplace. Just when it baked, hear the sound of a shutter. Are opening a bar next door. Look at both establishments. Must choose. Click the ticket in hand and directs it. Already have chosen.
The guy is a stray bullet, and drinking coffee!? It almost offends me, is my favorite drug. What t'empesques stories, to give images an amazing life. And in this case, words portray mill city farmers market an ugly reality, but we will do well to remember. Delete Reply
Pons, there you are. Xexu if someday Ribalta take a coffee, maybe let the other substances. Silvia's life is very long, give it time .... Helena, I guess you mean Xavier Ribalta. Maybe parents are both play guitar. Thanks everyone Delete Reply
I also made me think Xavier Ribalta ... A story with the images ... We do live in two ways. It comes deeper. Too bad the final choice was right ... the girl away from them ... Delete Reply
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A story with a striking air of nostalgia to the beach where Mary brave it, you soak your feet ... What a pity you have not paid attention to the girl, even if only to thank him for the gesture ... BTW I had gone to concerts Xavier Ribalta in Cornella, a handful of years ago! Good weekend, Xavi. Delete Reply
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Xavier Pujol February 23, 2014 21:46
A great story, Xavier, with the support of some fantastic mill city farmers market images. Complicated world of addictions, especially when one feels that he has no reason to fight, or live ... A hug. Delete Reply
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When there is a dependency that can help Meri, if he does not have purpose. Should you decide that it was not enough and seek help. Alone can not. Good story, Xavier, an everyday reality too. I liked it. Delete Reply
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