I still carry you around

Todas las mañanas a la misma hora Laura miraba por la ventana. Sopesaba qué ropa ponerse, peinaba su pelo largo, tomaba un café, se ponía colonia detrás de las orejas y salía de casa.
Hacía años que de camino a alguna parte recorría las mismas calles. Pensamientos dulces y amargos en cada esquina. Y aunque los recuerdos le acompañasen en su caminar, no sentía nostalgia, añoraba poco o a casi nadie. Se negaba a reconocer que a veces sentía la sombra de algún rostro conocido que no conseguía olvidar del todo. Especialmente en primavera.
Laura sonrió al pasear una mañana de verano espléndida.


Every morning at the exact same time Laura looked through her window. She weighed what to wear, brushed her long hair, had her coffee, spilt some cologne at the back of her ears and came out.
For years she had walked the same streets in her way somewhere. Sweet and sour thoughts almost at every corner. And although many memories joined her in her walk, she didn’t feel nostalgic, didn’t miss much or almost anybody. She refused to acknowledge that sometimes she felt the shadow of some known face hard to forget. Especially on spring.
Laura smiled as she strolled on a beautiful summer morning.

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Este es el dibujo original de la cubierta de mi libro, y su pequeña historia...
This is the original drawing on my book's cover, and its little story...


Today's music:
Band of Horses