Perseid ... Leonidas ... Geminids ... Lyrids ... Starfall
childhood dreams, desires launched into the sky on clear nights ... Adult broken dreams ...
Last night, at dawn ... Last cigarette on the window before going to bed. There were clear skies, the Perseids.
A shooting star, so many memories come to your mind ...
Summer Castilian hot nights with the sky clear, unpolluted luminescent.
Month of August, watching falling stars, someone called Perseids, or the tears of St. Lawrence, as the August 9 in celebration of the saint and since the Middle Ages thought tears were allegedly Lorenzo shed when he sacrificed.
Then came the Leonids in November. Cold nights, layers and layers of jersey and over the parka, hat, gloves, scarves ... Michelin Which doll when night fell, we got into the car and halfway to the rock of France, we descended, we enrollábamos in blankets, they took the chocolate milk and coffee thermos hot and half asleep, we waited for the Leonids.
Those were the best, mine, since he named it the thought that came from the constellation Leo.
memories, some pleasant, some sad ... Mental moments of escape.
But in the end you realize so many dreams cast into the sky y. .. the cruel reality that now protects you ...
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