Stuck on the seat between the sale of scratch cards and that of cigarettes that do not light up in three different fragrances, no more no, I look with nothing more from him a light perfume, a curiosity with no expectations, a desire that is moving and opening, nothing more than that. And I wonder when was the last time I did something completely alone, without a move that had the duty, rationality, expectations of others, the conventions. Move like that, without a valid explanation to offer to those who would ask on behalf of the gesture, if not pleasure and interest in 'being with people I love, without any project unless the time for sharing. And this is a lie almost indistinguishable from getting lost. But I do not lose at all. I'll be back as light as I left in the hands smell of the breeze, in the eyes of the white house. In the heart, Vol
