long time ago that I'm here. I do not know if this place is really a figment of my imagination or worse, is real. I tried to think through my situation, but how much looking for answers, more questions found. Waiting
. Looking
horizon. Empty. No sign of the coming, but I knew that at some time would come. Was always at least one I thought. It was timely, not our way, never was, but never really cared. He fulfilled his role to perfection, that was what I was afraid and what really puzzled me.
Cold burned my face, the solitude around me was a more tragic situation. I started thinking. Something not-so-rare in these situations. The images were mixed, armed puzzle with things of the past was impossible. Torture. Necessary torture by the way, one can not cope with these situations without your faithful friend memory.
He still did not come. I really did not matter because at that time, did not care if he came or not. When the hopelessness is stronger than logic and all that third world and nothing matters. At these times, when one is fully paid is when he appears. He is an expert.
the distance is about slowly, but deadly. You try to find the right words but know that when you have face to face no word in the world is useful.
He stopped in front of me, how should attend to my call. Powerful and skilled, welcomed me, as opening a door. I climbed the stairs that gave me with some suspicion, that's when I see it completely. There were people like me, but it seemed that none saw the other as blind or they realized that there was someone around.
suddenly knew what to do, I could not stay silent, not now, should deal with it. I ordered the words previously thought. In vain. Just say I got more subtle, more routine, more deadly:
-90, teacher.
There was an interminable silence.
- How far do you kid?
long time ago that I'm here. Waiting.
