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* _{Music during reading (to feel better the atmosphere of this chapter I recommend this song in the background)}

_{^{*My first poem in English, by the way 🙂}}

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 Again alone in bed
 With no desire to sleep,
 The heart that has looked fed,
 Is beating very deep. 
 And thinking of that eyes,
 Remembering that lips,
 You mind about that guys:
 That one who only leaves
 Not giving an explanation,
 That one who begs your kiss,
 And gives no expectation.
 Today you dreamed of love
 That always comes on time.
 You left that thing above,
 You thought there is no crime. 
 There is no crime to live,
 To trust to people’s talks,
 That things that you believe
 Are more than all that balks.
 And listening to your soul,
 You'll never be mistaken,
 And if you give it all,
 The God returns the taken.
 There’s always any reason, 
 For what the people do,
 Don’t blame them for a treason,
 If you don't know that's true.  

Both clock hands of a modern silver-toned wall clock stopped at number “12”, warning the renter of the flat that day had just ended. A female silhouette in whose eyes could be guessed disappointment, watched as the second clock hand was running its way over and over again. Lying on a huge bed, between satin bedsheets, the girl was thinking about that authentic roller coaster of emotions that she had experienced in just 48 hours.

A deep piano melody was emitted from a minimalist cube, aesthetically perfect. The NAIM Mu-so Qb wireless loudspeaker fit perfectly into this designer room, blending into its clean and simple lines. The music from NAIM sounded so clear and clean that it seemed that Dirk Maassen himself came to play in that room. Dirk Maassen’s compositions made her feel peace and, meanwhile, increased her heartbeat. It’s curious how music affects us, being able to enhance or change our emotions in a question of seconds. Music is capable of returning us to the most wonderful or painful past, it transports us to a future where our greatest dreams lie and makes our imagination fly in all possible directions. Music is the sound of life, the voice of the soul, good music needs no words.

‘‘Music is capable of returning us to the most wonderful or painful past, it transports us to a future where our greatest dreams lie and makes our imagination fly in all possible directions. Music is the sound of life, the voice of the soul, good music needs no words.’’ 

It has been so long since Ava was going to bed dreaming of meeting that someone who could awake in her the desired emotion that would make her smile for no reason, the feeling with which all the problems in the world seemed tiny. She had fallen into the wrong arms too many times, but she was still trying again because that dream was greater than fear of being wrong again.

‘‘She had fallen into the wrong arms too many times, but she was still trying again because that dream was greater than fear of being wrong again.’’ 

She has been waiting for years to feel this euphoric sensation with a thought of a man, but something that took so long to arrive seemed not destined to stay in your life for too much time. She was tired; Tired of expecting and being disappointed over and over again. The two friends who appeared in her life, and had vanished in the same fast way, made her wonder if it were her fault. Even knowing that the Nordic-looking guy did not know anything about her and considering the enthusiasm that his dark-haired friend put in conquering her, she was crushed with inappropriate thoughts. This is the way the people are, we think that we are always the protagonists, forgetting all the factors that can influence the behaviour of another. Assuming that it was just an experience, Ava turned off the NAIM Mu-so speakers and with a sour feeling reached for the phone to set the alarm when it rang, an unknown number call.

‘‘This is the way the people are, we think that we are always the protagonists, forgetting all the factors that can influence the behaviour of another.’’ 

 ‘‘Ava, It’s Alex, I’m so sorry for calling you so late and for leaving without explaining you anything. Do you have a minute? I have to tell you something…,’’  it was heard from the other side of the phone, while the face of the blonde showed some relief. She did not know what she is about to hear.

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A young woman with long straight hair, dressed in a tight black dress and with a surgical gown over it, was walking down the corridor of the London hospital. Her inappropriate clothing for that place did not inhibit her at all, her stilettos echoed on the tiles of clean corridors and off the walls, which could be heard far away. Crossing her gaze with a tall dark-haired guy who was on the phone, and a young woman talking to the nurse, the girl entered the room where her husband and her unconscious ex-boyfriend were.

The gentleman got up and kissed her on the cheek. Sommer-father was the kind of man who despite the years had the necessary bearing to continue still having the appeal. There are some people of whom age has mercy, the point when we understand that it is not about the quantity of the years, but the know-how to handle them. That elegantly dressed man had spent hours sitting, talking to his only son, telling him everything that he did not dare to tell him while he was healthy, probably because he had assumed that Michael would not be going to listen to him.

‘‘There are some people of whom age has mercy, the point when we understand that it is not about the quantity of the years, but the know-how to handle them.’’ 

‘‘How is he going?’’ asked his wife, staring at Michael’s face.

‘‘Stable, the doctor has done an exceptional job.’’

‘‘Mr. Sommer?’’ The nurse who was talking with the patient’s sister, the same one who had taken care of him the night before, peeked out the door, ‘‘Do you have a minute?’’

The man nodded and left the room, leaving his young wife alone with his son.

Adina sat in the chair where the guy’s father recently was and took Michael’s hand, resting her head on his chest where was the heart that once belonged to her, and that she did not know how to take care of. She didn’t say anything, she knew there were no right words. The tears that she tried to hold with all her might were stronger than her. While her mind were on three years ago memories, when they were together, she felt like the hand of the young Sommer began to show signs of life.

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