It's Saturday morning...well where I am it's already evening. But in some part of the world it may still be morning...Some fragile sunlights gently make their way through my window almost trying to put some order in the aparent chaos displayed all over my room...For a moment I seem to aknowledge that last night it's part of the past now...maybe it was just a product of my imagination...but no...I'm acutely concious right now and some bits and pieces start coming back to me...the wine, the shadows, tha lagging footsteps...My mind starts balancing between the memories of yesterday and the aching desire to put an end to what's tormenting me...I incline to the meteoric splendors of right now...In what seems to be a lenght of a heartbeat I'm standing in the balcony almost feeling the sweet taste of the autumm wind touching every inch of my body...For just a split second I try to imagine what would it be like not having to worry about yesterday...
