The fire just went to red, I stop. Before me an old Soviet sidecar, a man driving another sitting in the "basket".
It's hot, we're in the middle of the afternoon, as usual a line of women waiting more or less on the young side, and rushed to the vehicle just stopped them hitchhikers.
A woman in her fifties is heading towards the first car in line, without success. She then approached the driver's side car, asked him if he is probably in his direction, I do not know what he replied, but she laughs, her skirt is a little and sits sidesaddle behind him.
Besides, the man in the basket sidecar gives him a word, she turns to him, leans, whispers something in his ear, now it is his turn to laugh at him.
Within minutes, the time for a red light, these three, complete strangers, have invented a connivance, a nearby, they replay again the pleasure of meeting and seduction in the tropics.
A Cuban researcher had devoted an entire study " choteo " island, between jest and mockery. He said it was one of the characteristics of his countrymen. This familiarity
at hand, which lasts only as long a journey, a waiting outside a shop, weaving time that happening is perhaps one of the most surprising things to a stranger, the most fascinating too.
A life day by day, when the day is only vaguely, indirectly, when the time comes, just one minute, includes all possible.
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