There are days when the dawn is sluggish. You drag your head to work, the train is late, the insomnia of the previous night falls like a dead weight on your back, it seems that it all indicates that it will be another day, another.
And suddenly, like those summer storms that surprise you in the middle of the street and get your face, like those waves that throw you, shake and pull to the shore, which happens. Something that will wake you up and reminds you that you were there, and you almost forgot when your eyes were amazed at the world. And then they want the desire, the desire to be alive, to compress seconds, to tell everything that you keep inside, laughed, high to excite you without shame, because it was. It was. And you did not remember.