I put my scarf to look at the world in the same place where I am now, I’ve seen people spend with their coats to their knees, with those of old pull over from which not even its manufacturing, sheltering from the cold in the only day of winter that allows air and intense cold disappear and the feeling of discomfort, February 14, better known as Valentine’s Day, then, nothing happened during this period.
I hopped off the stone to start walking because I was bored and not moving, I got into the spring season to see how these two gulls were the first to reach the beach, pointing to a change of season and better times, these gulls left between watching from

the wings stirred to move, to those couples, young and not so young, who took advantage of the arrival of spring to start a romantic idyll which perhaps no greater duration than the simple spring, when I was tired of seeing, as these lovers are promised eternal love, I decided to walk a little more, watching every step that was giving was growing and typical daisy flowers of spring, even I saw those trees that had until then seemed dead, they began to sprout in green leaves, the fact is that while it was nice, I knew that to stand still was not the best option, I kept walking, watching as these women discovered lying in bed not for showing off her breasts if not for a bit browned, with the rays of the summer and said it was a long hot summer. I attended many parties, I met many women, I had many relationships, on many days, I went to work wearing the same clothes saying goodbye to some girls and I knew that I will not see them again in my life, I never felt anything more for them than just a feeling of gratitude for the night they had given to me. I followed my trip, I came back, I left a girl with a farewell kiss smell, that sort of kisses that you know you never give it back.

I bought a chalk and I draw squares on the floor numbered 1 to 6, then jump on them first leg odd, and then falling on two legs, so I get to a place in which such flowering trees, started by some kind of change, losing leaves
I felt in a special way, more bohemian than ever, every day with my different hat, I walk along a path in which I saw a bike which would I pay no more than twenty dollars, I ride it, moving very fast, but on the way I made one last stop, to buy a wrap, as those who had these characters who began my story, I put it on and here comes, in the same stone, in the same mound, which it all started, seeing the end of this year and waiting the next one

Ignacio Bazan

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