Now, don’t tell me that this face does not evoke power…

Adriel, in peace.

You know the spring is almost over when you start seeing bales of hay by the sides of the road…

Don’t you feel, sometimes, that these kind of doors are all around you? Doors where you want to step in and are unreachable? Doors where you want to step out and what awaits you is a bottomless pit?

A boatload of character and disrespect on this, my kid. An even more passionate version of myself. As if genetics played a joke on his soul at the time of conception. Don’t envy his passion, I know what a good dose of it can do to a person if used wrongly, only his youth and wonderment. Salud, hijo…

An empty bottle of wine; seven empty chairs; a full ashtray; a wine stain on the tablecloth; a cork; a pack of napkins; no glasses… Inconclusiveness