I hear tapping on the face still asleep, crept under the fringe as I try to keep up with the army of workers who will take my own train.
will share this silent short trip, and then distribute them diligently every day in their place.
Every now and then but I love give me the path to the contrary, perhaps even in one of those very normal working days in which everything is as expected, except for me being off .
Under the guise of a commission sudden accompany my husband to the train, clinging to his hand warm and protected by its scent. The greeting discrete accompanying the turnstiles with the look, and finally I'm enjoying this journey upstream.
insignia off and dusty, the windows slightly open, the bundles of electrical wires that run runs. Actually, all in the mind distracted and I'm going back home, with step descaling and nose.
