Yesterday something happened.
A huge, majestic rainbow topped the whole city for what seemed like ages when I got back from work.
Dave Gahan whispered in my ears
words about a fragile tension we do not understand and
which may not last forever. There was
something mystical around, indeed. And it
kept us going.
People stopped and looked up amazed, they called each others telling their loved ones to take a glance for a moment. A strange obsession drawing us nearer.
And when everything could not be any more wondrous, suddenly crystal-clear drops started to fall down in spite of the warm, sunset-y light.
Y no es casualidad que ayer leyera algo sobre la felicidad de que acaben los días, porque al menos no se volverá a repetir la jornada presente. Como si estos pequeños momentos no le dieran a una la vida. La ciudad entera se paralizó por unos instantes por algo especial. Y de pronto, un martes anodino ya no lo fue tanto.
Nevertheless, it can always get wrong in the end. One can never know...