At the level of a howl. Hearing little, understanding even less,. Seeing, through the fog of sleep deprivation. As the train rumbles overhead. So tactile, oh so human! At the level of a howl.

Bits and pieces, scattered around. A couple of days ago, someone whom I admired committed suicide. He decided to end his life by choosing a path which he had always detested. He was a born entertainer, a flamboyant one at that- he struts like a peacock and hold his nose high up in the air whenever he performs onstage. Which changed his life in the movie, the song. There can be so many ifs in .

Cómo puedo saber si en ese camino me pierdo, si la pierdo, si nos perdemos, si en la mitad del camino dejara de sonreír cuando me ve regresar. Son los domingos de verla dormir y pensar en que atrás quedaron dos días que para ella son un oasis dentro de un ajetreo que no quiere, que desconoce y que asume tan tranquila, paciente, sabia, omnipresente, siempre, en todos lados, dentro y fuera de mi, todos los días desde el día en que tuve dos corazones dentro mío. Es la esencia de todos los amores, el origen.