The lost lady!
It was the final days of July
The city, as a living being, gritted its entrails
Everything was a hectic bustle
The boulevard cafes with all their full tables
The laughter of the parishioners cheered the night
The sound of a solitary violinist aspired to achieve a few cents
Going to the station I prepared to wait for the last train
By the time there were not many passengers
In the distance I see a lonely figure
Approaching me, I ask her why alone?
Ah sir, I am a foreigner in this city
I can not find how to get to my final destination
I accompany her to the meeting point
And there a friend comes over and asks me Who is it?
I answer. Coming from a distance is the Lost Lady.
© 2018, Félix García P. All rights reserve.
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Okay friend. I think you're the lost lady. Successes