Iris, thank you for this fantastic video, the story is wonderful, but mostly for your friendship, it would have done it without you in this world the truth.
're always there, even anything, anytime, without waiting for anything to do with change, just to hear a word from you to make me feel a little better, did it get me more of a smile in these moments so hard that I can not even remember and the tears pass you by telling you my pain, you knew to listen, let me vent to taste. Iris
not really know what I have to thank is a lot.
Thanks for being there to listen, comfort and above all ... for being my friend.
And now I will boast best gift.
Take care my lady ... Bonnie
Love in the rain
Happy Birthday Bonnie
This is a very special day. While not resist posting this entry at this time of night, when it is March 19. Today is the birthday of a dear friend to me, a lady of letters, a lady in the making. She deserves everything, and I would give everything, but all I could do was this humble story, to hopefully get a smile.
My Lady Bonnie, you know that between us on the words. I can only say thanks for always being there and wish you many, many congratulations.
Enjoy with your family and celebrate in style for your birthday and all these reasons that life gives us and for which we give thanks every day.
Hope you like! Congratulations my Lady!
Love rain down Arantxa
dejected in the elevator of the building where he worked for three years.
sighed leaning against the wall of mirrors of one side of the cab. Why could not contain his temper?, Was criticized again.
The latest row with his boss had just finished filling a vessel that was packed from the first few months in the company. He could not stand the attitude despot the man who thought their employees were a herd of goats and as such should be treated.
After biting his tongue for three years, that day broke down and told the slave all I thought of him and where he could get his company.
The graphic design was his dream, and work in a company as creative as he was leaving at that time, the culmination.
sighed again, rubbing her temples. Her companions had applauded as he left the plant twenty-three, but it was she who was unemployed and would have to start over.
The decline was strong in her, and walked no strength by the lobby of the building that would no longer enter. The doorman said goodbye with a nod and he shot a look of admiration. Arantxa knew that until there had come the news of the monumental fight with your boss.
approval of his colleagues and acquaintances encouraged her not too much. Neither did the sky village and afternoon clouds blackened by the impending storm that was soon to be unleashed.
The street was deserted when they were only six in the afternoon, which was not surprising, when the sky looked like to be about to fall on their heads. Arantxa
quickened his pace, wanting to be home as soon as possible and give vent to what he had containing the whole day, anger and sadness. I really wanted to release this river of tears that were burning behind the eyes, which had to close the eyelids for a few seconds to hold back.
What would I do now?
would have to start again, and it was not fair! Arantxa had worked hard, earned his position as chief creative team, freehand, spending nights and weekends, holidays and long weekends to work and now for a tyrannical boss, had to give up everything and start from scratch.
walk faster, feeling the first drops of rain crashed against his face, while she gave way to tears.
A few steps behind her was caught distracted, looked towards ...
He turned worried, so deserted streets and ...
Javi grabbed the steering wheel tightly, trying to contain the anger. Cursed under his breath again, watching the dark sky.
Damn! He did not have to be in that situation. Damn! He was head and looked like a fucking employee.
Friday afternoon, and he was working when he should be enjoying the benefits of years of sacrifice. From the age of eighteen
strove day and night to raise a company transport, because the twenty-eight had a fleet of limousines, each with its own driver.
What the hell was he doing behind the wheel of the luxury car on a Friday afternoon?
was to blame himself for being a leader so soft. Raul, in charge of that limousine in particular, a jam called him from saying it would point to pick up customers who had requested the service and prepaid. And all his employees knew that Harvey, the first customers were, they always were right.
So he had no choice but to do the work himself and the rest were too busy.
At first he liked to recall old times, but as the afternoon progressed the sky darkened and the only thing I could think of was that traffic would be impossible, and would have to be used thoroughly to leave the vehicle back in perfect condition Journal after the storm that was preparing to fall upon him.
He stopped at a traffic light, looking forward to the clock on the dashboard when a movement to his right caught his attention.
A woman walking in the rain, which began to fall on the city. He looked to be lost.
"perhaps disoriented, he asked.
hugged herself as if afraid disappear. He walked briskly, but seemed undecided about which direction to take, as if they knew where to go. He felt a twinge
strange, unknown to him. How could it matter if a stranger!
She looked in his direction for a moment, and even the considerable distance that separated him from the sidewalk and despite the darkness of the late emerging, Javi swear I saw shining eyes, as if she had felt something unfamiliar, disturbing.
had the crazy idea of \u200b\u200blowering the car, close, to ask who he was, if they had seen on occasion.
But before committing such a folly, the light turned green and the horn of another driver will more than likely prevented ridiculous. Accelerated
while watching his step. Although it was only a fleeting instant, she could soak up. He wore a short coat, leaving the light turned legs, feet ending in small, in some sexy shoes and high heels. Blond hair behind his head, picked up a messy subject, and a slender body. He could not see his face clearly, but ...
The left behind and felt worried as I was gasping for air. Without thinking, I put the blinker and turned at the next intersection willing to commit the folly of which is believed to safety moments before.
had to see it up close, namely if known.
Arantxa felt her face was burning, although the water hit her cheeks, as if someone was watching. He looked right and was reflected in a shiny black limousine stopped at the curb, at a stoplight.
He wanted to go to her, as if something inside the vehicle, to attract as if ...
not had time to think.
Before he had time to run, to react, a few steps behind her ...
A tug on the shoulder and her purse went flying into the hands of a tall boy who got lost in the darkness of the evening, leaving her reeling because of sudden boost given him.
heels not sustained and fell to his knees, shredding means and also the skin of the legs.
What you need!
Why?, Wanted to scream.
But he did not. Instead, put her hands on her thighs, bent his head and wept in the rain.
did not know if it has been minutes or hours, only the raised hands and a voice spoke.
- Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt? Damn bastard!
He kept asking, cursing, but Arantxa was not listening. Looked up and disappeared into the eager eyes of the man who lifted like a doll and took her in his arms as if he weighed less than a feather.
An unknown familiarity made him rest his head on strong shoulders, and mourn, mourn as if it were a living at it.
knees were burning, the water soaked to the bone, I was cold and a stranger carried her car was just as strange to her, but none of that mattered.
It felt safe, unharmed, dry and comfortable in that cradle the strong upper limbs of man, formed for her.
not even asked who he was, and found it odd that instead of calling the police to report she had been mugged on the street, take her was his vehicle, and the wealthy at the more than ample and luxurious interior.
The man bowed to her, and examined the wounds of the legs with a frown, as if he doliesen scratches that were bleeding as much as she.
"Sorry," he said, if there ... "paused for a moment, shook his head and continued," if he had followed my instincts they would not have won, you would not have hurt.
- Who are you? -Hit at last to ask.
He smiled.
"You look weird, but I feel I've known you forever, that I was waiting for that ...
"Me too, was surprised Arantxa responding.
They fell silent, staring into his eyes, recognizing, meeting up again.
But the reality turned and Arantxa recalled that he had lost his job, which fought so hard, I had just lost her purse with your keys, your cell phone, wallet and all your cards and ...
"Sorry it was the turn her to apologize. I'm spotting ... "He looked like blood dripping down her legs, staining the delicate leather seat, mixing with the water that dripped from his clothes.
"Never mind, sweetheart. Nothing matters. Only you, baby, "he said arrogant tone, possessive, and she did not care. On the contrary, that statement tasted like heavenly music.
Still, she insisted.
"But you have things to do and I ... I'm slowing down," he whispered while looking at him.
"Nothing is more important than you," he repeated leaning on it without losing contact with your eyes.
and kissed her.
kissed her like no one had, and continued kissing for many years. And loved, cared for and filled with happiness.
Hope End you like, my lady. You know that I put all my love for you in your birthday. 19. 03.
© 2011 Iris Martinay
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