"Every night, at the same time, through my window came a wonderful sound. The sound of a flute.
Many times I was several minutes in silence to hear the person I marveled as silent a void felt unable to continue listening.
For several days my sleep was thinking about how to find out who was the mysterious person who was glad for an hour at night ... Was it man or woman? A child or an elderly? Either I was going crazy and heard sounds that did not exist. What if it was a ghost? Idiotic questions circling in my head, and I was frustrated not being able to know who the hell played as well.
One night, the mystery became clear ... was a man. Apparently made a mistake that was heard with a "On the crest" . Do not think it was a woman with hormonal problems.
The mystery man of the flute was stopped listening for several days. I wondered what had happened over and over my head was filled with stupid questions. Maybe if it was a figment of my imagination and I needed a psychiatrist. Or, was this ridiculous obsession to believe that my life was like a movie of love and the mysterious was going to cure this ridiculous obsession with love (As one movie of the same gender to top).
had already spent two weeks without hearing it, I thought it was just mental insanity or was some kid who had proof of his voice music and early development so that made me think was a man.
I went to buy cigarettes that night, I left the store and I dijiría my building when I saw a man with glasses, who had never seen in my life. I took about twenty, looked like a bohemian musician of such good movies coming out in French (and dale to the movies) ... and also had a case. A flute case.
My surprise was so great that I was Paralis a few minutes, we went together and we went together to the elevator ... "Flat? asked in a voice of good neighbor, "Eighth" replied. WHAT! Is my neighbor and I had never seen ...
went out and I realized that he would enter the department where I thought I lived a bitter old man who never went out or that there was nobody. I smiled and said a friendly "Chao" .
My neighbor ... it was my secret. RAYS! ... I lit a cigarette, I went to the balcony and again, that sound, had become the flute.
I smoked, I took courage, take my keys, opened the door, locked the door, I stepped, I stood in front of your door, ring the bell, the sound of the recorder stopped, felt footsteps, my heart accelerated, opened the door, I looked and said,
"Where you've been these two weeks that did not hear you play your flute?"
I looked surprised, I smiled and said "I have the flu so did not play ... Want to spend and keep listening?"
My mystery ... My man of mystery ... My neighbor ... Martin. He was what amazed me every night. And that also happened to be me heal, as after all, this ridiculous obsession with love (Yes, as I said this film). "
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