"I always write to her, perhaps because it is now a part of me, maybe because the person that I know more, or maybe because I try to really know. I thought, however, that many may have wondered who he is. Paradoxically, if I had written a name, even invented, and maybe some personal note at work, where he lives, what the law ... would there be to know the feeling, almost like a neighbor who we know in passing and salute on the stairs. But you , if a neighbor, would not that we've never seen his face, one that takes the elevator a minute before us, that while we are trying out urtandoci
house keys. One of those people we see only from behind in other words. Have you ever noticed how there are people who see only from behind? We notice them only when they are passed along and some do not turn to us because they have something to think about, a place to go. We are always on the subway or bus, getting off at our stop and walk ahead of us to the door next to ours, we recognize them from walking, style of dress ... paradoxically not see them in the face makes us dwell on many other aspects. She is so.
When she walks she looks down, or up into the sky. Often reads or writes. I can not ever meet his gaze for more than a few seconds, even when we are talking about. She always seems elsewhere, and perhaps it is. His eyes seek something else, and rarely find it.
She loves to pretend to be more naive than it is to believe in happy endings and dreams. She often pretends to be more cynical than it is to avoid having to follow a dream.
She loves to play. He likes to test people test their limits and put them in difficulty. She herself can be very hard, you create obstacles that it is not certain of being able to overcome, and offers limits up to stakes to see where it fails to arrive.
She hates to be disappointed and often prefers not to have expectations because they know that people usually do not match. She believes anyone know how to read with a glance, she judges you
after 2 minutes and rarely changes his mind.
You always hope to be wrong.
She does not like the second option, because it does not by itself. She often gives way in front of an eye. You can not say no, but would like to learn.
She does not move when he walks, goes straight on his way and others that make space. She can go unnoticed even though it is by your side.
If you want to get noticed you can not do without, and often you find yourself asking who is a long time. She comes back in your life when you stop thinking about it.
She loves to identify with a group but hates categories. When it comes to you with answers: "I have no name and will know me better."
She does not like the names, except as a form of affection towards their parents that we gave them. She never remembers the names of people, but often know some insignificant details
them.
She hates capital letters and does not know why. Probably not for some philosophical question of morality, but only because it ruined the harmony of those letters in a row by side on a white sheet.
Often she prefers to pretend to be really surprised, because she liked being in control.
She liked a lot when he could let go, be instinctive and not think, but always ended repent of something. More
write the more I realize that I could go on for hours writing things about her. I read more the more I realize that none of these sentences can really say something on you No one will ever stay within the confines of a page, the stories there is always a before and after, but rarely anyone wants to know what ... She did, she was curious and wanted to know everything you could ever know. But she is still a main character and the characters are strange people you know. "
