Reality is a subtle violence. I asked her out and gently she said 'No'. The movie in the sunday night is a tradition I follow and most of the times is located at the Cineteca Nacional. The walking in the middle of the dusk, the subtle taste of the chocolate cake, the only one in my life I have never found out to be cloying after a few tastes.
I ate my slice, read a little, and enjoyed the movie La science des Rêves; it was all covered with a thick cover of debris of reality after the sun went down, and the movie worked in me and in the rest of the audience as well. The movie makes you want to kiss somebody in the very ending. Unfortunately, as I've already said, I was bloody alone.
The sound of ocean, the noise that a sound, carried me gently walking back to my house, but the reality was there to be a threshold. A few blocks before I arrived my home, some dogs attacked me, and I had to shout and wave violently both of my hands to make them go. I was shocked. By the time I reached the corner, these agents of immediacy were bored, but one wasn't at all. He followed me and suddenly barked again, against me. I just turned, and kept walking.
Right now, my stomach still aches because of the trembling, and my head is pumping adrenaline like the first spitting of blood of the morning.
The movie makes you want to kiss somebody in the very ending. Unfortunately, as I've already said, I was alone.
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