• A cloudy sky on a cold sunday morning, she leaves home with her new music player in her pocket. She has only 5 songs there, but she wants to hear them just once, to judge if they're good or not.
    Breathing slowly, she puts the first song in the playlist, and begins to run.
    The park gets small as she listens to it once and again and again. Her eyes are crying, her legs are hurting, but she doesn't really care. It's so... true.
    She stops, just to clear her eyes. She wants to know it by heart, to sing it everywhere, to pass the message she hears, she cries,she feels...

    After a few days, the music player broke, and she couldn't feel the same way as when she listens to it, because it was no name on the music player. She tried to look up the lyrics on the internet, but nothing appeared. Some neighbours looked at her worried. She didn't smile like before, it was like loosing her life.
    And, also after a few days, a boy moved from another country to the house next to her's. She looked at the window with some kind of hidden curiosity as she tried to remember the song.
    She was starting to forget.
    And then, miraculously, she heard it.
    It came from that home that seemed deserted.
    She got up and looked at the window in front of her bedroom. It was incredible, it was the song. She had to know the name of the song.
    And, when se climbed onto the tree that was between both houses and ended up in that dusty old room, she couldn't believe her eyes.
    He, her new neighbour, was singing it. He was the singer.
    He stopped and looked at her. A smile softly appeared on his face.
    "Do you like it?" He asked. She nodded. "Do you want to sing with me?"
    She didn't answer, but she began to sing. His smile went bigger and sang too.
    At the end, she cried as it was the first time. It was like she remembered it.
    "I-I can't stop crying, but I want to sing it again"
    "Hum... let me see... You listened to that song once, and you didn't understand the feelings of the singer, you listened to it again, and you felt cold in your heart... you understood it. Am I right?" She looked at him. It was exactly that. He smiled again as he huged her. "It's the bad thing about songs, you can't stop singing them, even if they make you cry..."
    "D-do you really feel that lonely?" She asked,sadly.
    "Once, yes... but now... I feel that I-m not lonely anymore. You undertand me, at least" She smiled again, and she felt it. Her own loneliness dissappeared, as her smile begun to increase.