Disney World Cinch Sack

A toast to what could be and was never

Chin Chin by you and me for a year without exchanging a word.

For the words you entered in our history for some time and I discovered by accident the day before yesterday. For my half of the library of books repeated. Because

double or nothing bet. And after all, after all, nothing.

Because as they approach 31 I am still waiting for your message without really knowing why. For those blue eyes that made me lose everything. Chin Chi

for you too. On the opposite.

for me in a taxi with stupid face and a kiss on the lips. For having broken the stomach with blows of nerves. Pitis

For the half, and also lighter. Because we do not smoke.

Of all the things you'll never hear from me, how little we talk and how much we look.

Because maybe another time, another life or another year.

In the weeks avoiding, to the other shaking hands.

Because deep down we're both playing as children, without considering the consequences.

Chin Chin by my failures

That taught me to be who I am, for better or for worse. Because I learned to live not waiting.

That tore my heart

fist, which allowed me to redecorate with blows of beers in America, new clothes, hours on the phone and thousands of nights lost in malasaña.

That allowed me to discover that neither can be the worst shipwreck my faith, my principles and my conditions.

Chin chin on my .... That after all I am all I have for ever.