Your location inside the bus aligns with my entrance and it becomes inevitable not to smile, I have to look at you, greet you and incorporate me into reality. I must ask the time, it is part of the morning protocol even if the answer is the same. -It is already
Your voice is close to me and I suspect I have waited for this moment, you have the time in your words that take my breath, you enjoy it as if remembering was your charm and you do not want to free me until you crumble me. It’s a pity that you get off.
By evening I will have forgotten you, and by tomorrow morning without remembering you I will wait, among cannibals.
