Escort Emma
Londoño

I go through the busy and noisy center of Palmira, on the one hand, the motorcycle taxi driver zigzags to get to the traffic light first, the taxi stops and the street vendors make more noise than usual announcing all kinds of odds and ends, fruits and there is no lack of mountebank doing somersaults in the corne

I better take another drink of brandy. Now is not the time to eradicate oblivion. I'm bored as an iceberg, and I found out I've been thinking about her for most of the day. He didn't want to call her or tell her to invent another way to be together. Rejection bothers me. "To be happy, you have to be unhappy all the time. Love only lasts if you both know there is a price to pay."

Alexia (fictitious name) is brunette, tall, thin and very attractive, she knows how to express herself, she is eloquent, her good manners are noticeable and her tone of voice is somewhat peculiar. I met her a couple of months ago at university. We didn't see each other in a corridor, we greeted each other with a hello at the same time and continued along the path, then by chance we met again in the cafeteria and that day, having a coffee and a chicken sandwich with ham and cheese and a sad lettuce, I managed to tell me about your life.