Boreal
-Radio, it's three in the morning, she talks Ro Dorado from 95.5 on the dial, at the edge of the "Strangers on paper" -
He raised his hand looking at the glass and across from vinyl, Federico, pricked the tune that gave way to the program. Haydn Symphony 101, called the clock. Intimate
, he reviewed the script, invented the life of the anonymous players chosen from hundreds of letters. In that lasted just three minutes of music, put a face to the lines. Then his warm voice arroparÃa crowded solitude of the other side.
cup of coffee, an ally in the task to deter a dream, knows the trembling of his hands, heard of the ice habit of getting lost behind the smoke while you plot the night pain. Haydn
At clock time to spare. She however, begs to dawn the last minute.
No, do not want to go home, to routine, to the happiness of the spider web, the silence, indifference lie that stains the walls of his room.
-dawn ... From Radio Borealis, Dorado Ro waves goodbye kisses hanging in the sun. We hear tomorrow, accomplices, strange paper ... - Federico
removed the headphones leaving half a song.
Life on the radio does not stop.
