E 'Sunday morning, I drag myself to the market, annoyed by the sun and the myriad of people who bump into me, crowding in front of booths run by vendors screaming. Since everything has gone gray, everything is heavy.
later in a cafe and ordered a blonde, pretty cool. I need a girl by the magic eye.
Around me I hear bubbles and suddenly the world takes color.
Pago and go: the road is full of beautiful women and fascinating, the tomatoes are redder than ever, the voices of the people is a hymn to the joy of living. The world is wonderful: under a blue sky people buy food to eat and to feed, as they feed each other with smiles and glances.
space of a beer and my view is upside down: looking at the eyes of the girl I regained the ability to amaze me, the young and ignorant witch kept me speechless.
I see my imperfections and others but now I seem to grace ... at this moment are not present as I have ever been: they are everything and nothing.
Edward, Bilbao
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