In this world where we are too connected.
Where I can not cry the way I feel for fear that it knows who should not.
I remember this, that at one time was an escape. That turned , that changed me and it was abandoned in a moment of total madness in my life.
I remember, and I use to shout loudly that round me since I had to get out of that station wagon because it changed without me noticing.
I miss the e-mails good morning ... and how life was shaking when I had to wait in the middle of a street in central Madrid.
I guess tomorrow I'll get to understand it better this way. But every morning becomes a today and every day I got a headache from trying to force him out. And neither ibuprofen nor gintonics cured me or change me, and I smile back.
I missed, I've lost or I have not been retain.
never wanted, but I had.
