Sayings On Save The Date

There are places where the time went to the sewers. In them there is a lot like a plasma, an ostracism, an uncertainty hanging from a trickle almost about to split in two. Every time an airport floor space feel different nose crushes me. No way, theater is the theater world gets even, and the spectator in all of us comes to life. There, in the dry air of the joys of arrivals or the sadness of goodbyes, we become Greek statues in hieratic suppliers. Through a book, magazine, lunch or the frozen windows of the shops just for giving a slap to watches.
At airports, look what curiosity, life is like a limbo where past and future are one. This is dying at that instant. Come, come, walk, and the world encapsulated covers the proper measure of our heart that beats at the same pace of a farewell, a welcome, perhaps a thousand times a trip expected. In those rare areas are airports stands the biggest soap bubble, the extraordinary presence of a large slump in the middle of the daily chores.
Each vanishing point is the airport, where many creatures that converge in millions of lines cross just to immediately go back to their lives, ie, around the time of their lives as lovers delivered a family environment, family or work, say, in those places full of hope because the reboot timers to count down, it is the presence of gelatinous denial, of not all, of the break in the course of an established routine that will soon be restored. There, in that drop which left the ocean, life is not like life.
Exactly. Life stopped in the airports will begin to wake up face down in full embrace by the encounter, on arrival, or perhaps a nostalgic rapture before that person is gone. Starts, what do I know, just when the hello and goodbye.