Little White Rose (English Version)

Chapter 2 - The beginning of a dream

I found myself so at the airport, finally, after months of frustrating waiting i was going to make my dream come true. People that ran from one side to the other, families who are ready to leave for a vacation and young fiancée and fiancé hand traveling to an isolated place and romantic. After the thirteen years I have not believed in love, true love, for me there was, was just a game. See all these girls who participated with their "love" i did a great worth, unconscious that one day it will all end, kicked so to weep under the sheets of his bed. Sad isn't it?

My thoughts are arrested by hearing a metallic voice ... "THE FLIGHT FROM ROME- LONDON WILL START IN TEN MINUTES, PLEASE RUSH THANKS." Cabbage, it is the fault of my useless thoughts i was getting late, I have had enough, i had to concentrate on the trip. I arrived on a plane and i sat next to the "window", during the trip I would like to take this opportunity to read a book at random, purchased two seconds before get to my flight in a library of the airport. Hard so little, one hour and forty passed in thirty minutes, between glances at the sky and other on the ink of the words on the book. Across the small corridor of glass and here I am arrived in the city of my dreams.

After taking various means of transport while enjoying the air London and the view of some of the monuments from the taxi, i journeyed in a small and modest hotel but quite expensive for the perfect location connected to the main monuments british.The road was full of people, groups of friends, lovers, girls in a miniskirt ... everything was perfect, wait a minute, girls in a miniskirt? I came back, yes, it was right in the "miniskirt", miniskirt so to speak, they saw more pants that the skirt, and yet the british boys like this, theming, the girls, the beer ...

And it was too late, the streetlights were ignited, the sun went down and under my eyes was a sight to see those warm colors illuminate the river that flowed through the famous city, and i rested at the wall while observing every minimum detail, while behind me all went their own way without the case of all this.

Then i swallowed the eyes on the Tower Bridge, cabbage because it was high, who could never stand? Faeces a smile.