Sneak out

Hoy me escapé de todo con la Bruna, nos juntamos como a las 5 en metro Grecia y mientras la esperaba vi en el otro andén a Natalia Ayala, una chica de mi carrera que se salió, la cosa es que ha gritos me dijo que había entrado a Antropología en la Chile y me alegré mucho por ella. Cuando se fue llegó la Bruna y fuimos a metro Tobalaba, la acompañe a comprar un libro en providencia para la hermana, y simplemente comenzamos a caminar hablando de problemas y soluciones vagas, sin darnos cuenta llegamos al Parque de la aviación, o algo así, y la fuente que tira agua nos atrajo de tal manera que no pudimos evitar sentarnos en una banca a contemplar como los chorros salían en una hermosa combinación y de vez en cuando nos mojaban. Conversamos de lo que ocurrirá en mi casa en las próximas semanas, en que no tengo que asumir responsabilidades que no me corresponden, conversamos de relaciones y como va con su Felipe entre otras variantes, conversamos tantas cosas. Le comenté que quizás le preguntaba a Francisco si podía actuar en la compañía de teatro y dijo que es exacto lo que necesito. Sin darnos cuenta, las tripas nos sonaron y vimos que habían pasado más de dos horas, el agua nos tenía absortos. Fue un día genial, vacaciones de las vacaciones. Mañana saldremos de nuevo, y me sentiré mucho mejor. Te quiero amiga.

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  1. nickfirestarter8 de enero de 2010 a las 0:15

    no entiendo por qué me sale una hora nada que ver, sale 5 horas atrasado :/

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