had no desire. I resisted. Had been many months of solitude. Back without him was an exercise difficult to understand, this time for those around me. I saw
lost no time to return and unwilling to be summarized. The expected change was in front and the illusion of old was gone to over ten thousand kilometers.
But one day I was buying the travel pass. I was arranging to tea biscuits, chocolate, cigarettes and pleasant conversations Insper. Strolling through the shops with people Fuencarral nine-hour strength. Taking cane on Friday. Playing hung in eternal classes had kept in the drawer of nightmares. Welcoming people in a house with my name on your keychain.
All unintentionally.
And after thousands of suitcases, of hours in planes, trains, cars, buses ... no time to write, think ... just sleep and miss you, finally, a sleepless night that reminds me that she got lost on the road and do not know how to solve it. My friends fall in love and I dread not having time to see it. I no longer send messages or share insomnia, but it is inevitably a constant in my life, my third-man. Sometimes also a concert, a date, a silence or a short memory as a paper. I have plenty of outstanding travel and thousands of plans that do not fit my fingers.
For all this, I hope.
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