The Man I Thought Who Can't Appreciate Beauty

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He said he hadn't had the chance to ride a bike by himself, drive a car or even take a walk only by himself in the unknown.

 He would be forever in the lawn,  under the very old roof of the Spanish house. 

I spoke to him things outside of these sometimes.

But almost in all instances, my questions were always left unattended. 

I was like a cellphone ringing, but the owner couldn't afford to give his time for it. 

Childish questions, all rubbish, he should have thought about them.