long ago was in a place called Benrath, along with a Rhine where black swans swim even though the temperature was several degrees below zero. As I am a confused and unconscious, not wearing gloves. Hannah lent me his own wool, Nike, to avoid having to amputate one of the phalanges to frostbite in a hospital in Düsseldorf. That woman was a native of the place and his body was accustomed to the extreme winter. When I left, he asked me the stay. I remember her well. A year ago
Thais came to Barcelona to rediscover the city I had met once in summer, warm and bright, and was now cold and dark. Came from Brazil, confused and unconscious, with clothes to go to Copacabana beach. Not wearing gloves, and on the street I felt sorry Verdi shivering with his hands in his jacket pockets, a windy night in January. I gave him mine, Nike, to avoid having to amputate one of the phalanges to frostbite in a hospital in the city.
Now the gloves are in Bauru, Brazil, with someone who does not need good weather for there forever. I said I wanted to remind me, and put the face to which you can not deny anything. I hope today has set to blow the candles, while I walked around the Parc Turo hands in his pockets. Shivering. Remembering her. And Hannah.
PS: Do not buy the gloves CuxiCu, eh? He's got hair on your hands :-)
PD2: Was this the song? Hannah also liked Simply Red
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