Life is full of days. Moments. Of cars passing near you at full speed. Of people running to all sites ... looking for a taxi, a bus, a straw to cling to. In winters that are consumed too quickly. In spring they hope barefoot, and remember to detail when it was the end of the previous spring. Suddenly you come to work at a site, and bustle of everyday life, makes you see that you've already got almost five months sitting at that table, hung the phone problems. Your childhood away at full speed, and the handful of trauma, they become two handfuls of trauma. And remember vaguely that one day you had a family, and the gap that has opened up between where you come from and you, is almost insurmountable. And you approach the thirties with the feeling of having lived rapidly ..... And suddenly one day you look in the mirror and three gray send your youth to hell. Three gray with sharp teeth make you lie down on the couch, and think about parts that are badly placed in the "Tetris" in your life .... And you realize that the buses are red. That these people running from side to side have names. That the people who does not bother you, do not deserve to cry for them. That winter lasts three months, and it is better than three months you look like two days. January and February that smell great. That if a problem has no solution, arrange them, dominal and forget it. There are people out there who would kill to be in a job with a thousand problems hanging on a telephone. Every day I hear a love you ..... And most of all, you realize that next time this happens, three reeds are not to let me know that breathing is wonderful, they may be six. And every time you lose, a moment that you will not recover.
Most times, after the calm, is the solution to most Monstrous problems.
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