It happened in a place, in a certain city or across the world right in the street from my house … .. Just where he has yellow leaves in autumn, flowers violet and white as snow 12 months of …

It happened in a place that is very far, but can also be very close, in a certain city or across the world right in the street from my house … Just where he has yellow leaves in autumn , violet and white as snow 12 months of …

   1. Yellow fall

One afternoon, just as every other Thursday afternoon, will be cold and sad. But this afternoon there is rain, rain rare in the host operating loss buy now. Light rain sprinkled evenly shake, blend with leaves deciduous phase description. Sun glitter, approximately one, two hours the sun is going down. Dark yellow brutal sun, dark yellow leaves, and gold and dark streets.

I glide indefinitely, no goal, no destination.

City hiu throw away. In weather like this is something few people want to stay in the street, especially alone again. Each person was given for proving themselves to find their own places, warm and happy. Just left me alone a place, a sky, a deserted streets, with dozens of dried leaves. But know how to say it? I’m happy.

Suddenly …..

Co.Dung I saw a young girl shoots her gai.Co, dark chestnut brown hair, her hair tied by a thread indifference purple ribbons, are alone walking on the streets of-my-own.

She also seems to like me, walking in vain. Slowly, she set foot on dry leaves wet. She quietly looked up at where the leaves began to fall. Christmas on her hair as she watched suong.Toi drops through the trees. She did not know, but maybe she did not need to know. Well she just thought this street-by-her-own only.

She kept going until near the end of the road, and then stop before a long bench. Quietly sat down, she looked at the leaves falling. A rush to the winds, the girl with a shiver, pull delicate silk scarves. And so, she sat silent for a moment. Brown eyes expressionless. Cold and sad.
Then suddenly …

She stood up …

Maybe that she was going away, so she decided to return to my street.

But the real surprise.

She got up. And she cried.

First time I saw a girl crying so at close distances. Butter her shoulders shaking under bitter cold wind collection.

I thought idly, people crying is normal. This life is filled with dried peas, always want to be married is married. But then I’m curious. I want to know why she was crying. But still the rain drops roll like drops suong.Mua trouble and tears, it is also very similar and different.

Jingle, jingle, bell one coo. Both she and I both turned toward the bell. Ice cream car. Ice cream and ice cream … ice cream … … dose of sedative therapy most effective I’ve ever known. Is not it sad when people are also advised to eat ice cream there is or why.

While I was busy thinking awkward, the girl went to the car from time to time. Heaven is quite cold, but ice cream is always delicious. Hesitated a moment, she bought a big chocolate vanilla ice cream. Brilliant brown eyes when she supported the cream from his arms sales. A minute earlier, she still cries. And now, she was eager as a little girl. How strange.

“People who like vanilla ice cream chocolate sweet just very tough, not knowing she is not so”, I wondered, “probably true”, then answered himself. She returned to the chair, sipping the cream. Brown eyes no longer empty. At least now there’s one thing to have gioco interest. I approached her, very quietly … Upper canopy leaves were cumbersome gold, just waiting for the winds to fall again. I whispered breath, bitter breath, strong enough to fell a dry leaf, red leaf, leaves only the forest.

Hello to my leaves, falling gently. It stopped just above her shoulders, sitting on silk scarves. Startled the girl quietly. Get a leaf, she held it up, looking intently. Leaves and crimson as flame. Fortunately, there were so gioco attention to two things: an ice cream cone and a leaf. I think a girl alone may be sufficient simply quit the business session, where I just wanted to get all these letters. She is too lucky then.

She stood up again. Heavier rain, no rain is more dust. Would also have dark sky, street lights were lit. Maybe it’s time to go home. She withdrew from the bag and stretch up an umbrella. Her equivocal ball just under the red umbrella shade. She was still holding the dried leaves, stems twisting in the soft fingers. My child, I looked at her, quietly and secretly. Suddenly, she turned to me, and she laughed. Have you ever seen a girl laugh. I just knew in that moment, I seem to have melted. This time I knew, that smile is for me.

She turned and walked, increasing to rain. She walks away slowly, her silhouette chestnut brown hair tied purple ribbons just below a street lamp flickers of rain water flowed polished mirror.

So there.

She comes and goes

Empty and lonely

Then
She was crying

I give her a leaf

Such as flame red leaf hips

She did not cry for me

But at least

I finally can make her laugh

I can do anything any more

When that.

I’m just a soul … ..

   2. Violet Christmas

In a few months away I did not turn this city. I was busy playing with the wind seaweed, to name the wilderness, where there are vast fields of green grass, the thick forest or an area only once all ice and snow through lavender fields stretching cardiac darken the horizon, suddenly I remembered that girls today. I want to go back to that city, that road. And I asked myself: “So waiting for?”

Today is January 24 last year. Christmas. Old streets deserted as gloomy that day. The trees no longer dark yellow of the dried leaves, which sparkled with gold bands with flashing lights on the tree branches bare. The red and green ribbon around affordable. But the snow is falling, perhaps as to wait for something else …

Unable to find a familiar face, a feeling of closeness, I decided to go to watch the center-is-live those Christmas. Bustling, crowded, something a little peace, that’s all what I feel. I kept going from street to street, from buildings, to building this store, other shops. And then suddenly … I waited silhouette appears at the end of a song turn, chestnut brown hair with purple ribbons. As she …

No hesitation, I followed her. She walked along the street and then stopped, walked into a cafe. There was a beach close to but ki sentence patterns, provide the text “Violet” glittering lights flashing. I’m also not surprised to see her work here. Lovely young girl in white dress with apron edges and purple, brown hair flickers fiber ribbon.

Small but cozy cafe. Walls covered with a purple coat, gently like a dream. The windows throughout, crossing the white curtain down to the ground. I suddenly noticed his red leaves were dry pressed, pinned up on a painting with a variety of violet purple flowers, solemn on the wall. A mixed feeling of happiness in compensation.

The last five days, visitors out into the crowded, there is nothing tired because of work, but very serene face. Girl waitress, she went surfing through the small table, a smile always bright. But her eyes, brown eyes still sad, forced. She went through his concentration towards aromatic coffee. Mariah Carey is singing “All I Want for Christmas is You”, the playful tone as the earnest air of celebration. Side of the bar is a guy with thick black hair. Just a second look, I know he is the manager here. Just a smile but the cold gray eyes minh.Ay to vibrate so that her eyes attracted me, as it attracts other sad brown eyes. Brown eyes of her chestnut hair, hidden color purple …

“I Just Want You for My Own

More than you could ever know … “

Was 10 pm. Visitors only sporadically, the lonely man mused quietly drinking coffee at everyone on the street. Christmas songs is still serial, serial, steady, mentoring. She gently drive in your computer, TV screen appears the first images of “Love Actually.” The stories, the romance, Christmas gifts, all for the people sitting here alone at this time.

“Because if you look hard enough, you find Will Love Actually is all around”

(Because if you search carefully, you will realize that true love is always here for you)

11.30

By this time it was not a consistent one. Her handbag, Riding Hood, jacket coat prepared to leave. He stayed consistent gray eyes, this is also his home.

Increasingly cold night. The wind blew the brown hair which only contractions were cold. The young girl went quickly on the road, pulling it close to avoid wind flap. The wind was innocent and free, traveling across the alley way.

I still surf along. Cold so I thought she would go home. But no, to a fan site, she suddenly turned into a weird way and just go forever. It took me a while to realize we are heading for the familiar streets, street trees with twinkling lights. Atrophy streets deserted, only a few passersby. She went, and just as I expected, she stopped in front of the bench, but a few months ago I saw her sitting.

-He sits down next to me.

I stood like heaven, extreme shock. There anyone else here?

-If you are here, but I’m sure you’re here, sit down here beside me this.

This time I knew she was telling me. Completely unconscious, I do what she says.

-Today, and even a few days last month, I want to thank you too. Did you always know when I am lonely and come to me first. He is very warm, you know, you always appear on the day it’s cold, so I found him very clearly. A soul sound.

I just silence, but if I have said, she could not hear me. Now I understand the sensitivity of the girls. The girl went on to say, as long meet again dear friend.

-I was sad, You see? – She said, eyes looking up at the night sky dark.

How could I not know she is sad? Glad that someone has eyes like that?

The wind was blowing. Gently, gently, something fell from the air. Snow. The first snowflakes of the Christmas season. Snow peas soft chestnut hair down.

Snow-and know, just like the leaves on that day.

And she laughed. Radiant smile, just smile for me every day.

-He told me that he had loved, they loved each other for two years, the day the boy she met me. But they had separated two weeks. He just quietly make me sad by.

Her voice sound like bells of silver and coo.

Christmas-But then nobody was allowed to sad. Fortunately, the boy here. I realized the warmth of the boy when the boy standing next to me at the bar. Boy with me all day?

Brown eyes that escaped the depression lethargy. It is much more beautiful when she smiles, and more beautiful when she told me.

-You’re so nice, you’re not cold like him, even just a soul boy, the good spirits are often very warm, my mother used to say that when I was younger ….

She was silent a moment, looking a bit thoughtful.

-Christmas and know. If only someone gave me a children’s branch of violet, wild flowers I remember this too …

So Violet girls love flowers, I copied my mouth.

“I’ll have a blue christmas without you

I’ll be over the blue just thinking about you “

Her telephone bell ringing.

-Sorry then, people call me about the party. I must go now. Thank you again, because last time and also because today ….

She pulled back flap, brown hair tied back. She turned her heel and walked very quickly. Suddenly she turned towards where I sat. She gave me a kiss the wind, gentle and sweet …

On the morning of 25.

The young girl looked happy open city view. Not a football person, only the wind and snow. After only one night but the white snow covered the road. Suddenly, she looked down the steps. One thing is waiting for her.

A gift box with a purple bow.

Quietly, she lifted the box lid.

“Oh” – she exclaimed suddenly. A prominent branch of the Violet purple snow.

-As a boy, a boy, right? – She looked around and asked earnestly.

But she answered only the wind, the cold winds sweep across the road.

-Thank you, thank you very much – she said, and cried in joy.

Standing under the oak tree across the street, I noticed the obvious happiness in her eyes. It’s sparkling, vibrant, like the star on top of large trees between the square.

It will not understand how sparkling.

When she said

Early this morning

When she was still immersed in dreams

Not me

Which is another

Brought her gift to her

Who has thick black hair and gray eyes ……

” If you care to send

I’m blue as can be …. “