L. sat beside the counter bar because there are too much people around the table. There is no room for him around the table because of the two men who have arrived the last. One of them is her wife's lover. In fact he sit beside her. I look at him and her and the lover, and I think but I say nothing.
At 6:40 I awake. Then I get up and go to the kitchen. Every day I eat two yogurts and two black coffees as breakfast. I like reading during thirty minutes before taking a shower. I dress up and go down to the garage. I drive from my house to the place in which I work, or something.
What I never do is thinking. If so, I am sure that I would leave all this ridiculous way of life.
Every day I escape through the pages of books and I give thanks to poets because of their words of possibility and freedom.