Beyond the point of view, the fact that I speak of the Greek tragedies did not hesitate even a moment:
I looked up and said, Well Ok go. Let's see what happens in your real world?
He smiled. Me too.
We went walking in silence. He lit a cigarette.
Another time. Increasingly
slow flying over the wind-filled evening. We did a walking blocks and could not get out of my head Euripides and Sophocles and Aeschylus thought, always slowly, watching the smoke out of his mouth what would I prefer? "Aeschylus? "Sophocles? Euripides I love, the truth that all three are great ancient Greeks suppose that you like one over another is a matter of taste, subjectivity, road trips or to go. All three are heartbreaking make their characters are in a dead end at some point in their works. I thought of Medea in Clytemnestra in Agamemnon The Libation Bearers and Oedipus. I got out of my reverie in which Greek thought was immersed when I heard his voice saying, This is my truck going to take something to my house?.
My heart started beating a little faster, I blush, look at the sky for a moment to see if it appeared the deus ex machina to save us. Any God would come to rescue me? Seeking
keys pocket with a keychain green jacket, climbed into the van. Took off his jeans jacket, lit it, he started playing music and Last Kiss by Pearl Jam, we we turned the corner and we are carried through the streets listening to that song. He put his hand on my leg, I was a caress. I looked up and thought it was Zeus who came to kiss me. He stared at me. Kiss me at a stoplight. I could not stop looking at him, he every now and then looking through the rearview mirror, lights began to light up the night. We were him and me on the roads of the city listening Last Dog while the world was disappearing.
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