Não falava sua língua

A man in front of me has no home for tonight, he said on the phone, but I have a flight to get for my future, he seems so lost, no future.. we can deny someone’s hope. I can’t believe you would rather just not talk to me, over so many other options. I’d seen a movie before the man sat in my table, so at the movie this irish folk cut his own finger off and he was a fiddler, what’s the point? The character had motivation, he didn’t want to keep a friendship.. he wanted silence from a bloody other character who was very chatty. I see myself on these chatty annoying character.. I’m just another character in your novel, aren’t I? but not a very popular one, maybe those that leave at the third scene. I wish I could stay until the end, or even the morning.