02:15 in the morning, I get close to the balcony, while the last cigarette for tonight is burning, and I say last to seem sensible, I like to look out the balcony, in front, one of the many windows, but this one stays lit. I look at the stars and there is one that falls, my prayers follow with it, even though it fades, just like the star, so beautiful and so bright but it lasted so little, and the darkness swallowed it.
Today was a day of victory for me, the pain did not torment me, the sharp spear whose tip sparkled in the black of my mind, today it ceased, relief settled. , but the damn heat and the excitement of going well prevent me from falling asleep, however I can't stop worrying about the next day, once again I start reviewing the entire route or at least the most complicated parts. I begin to give in to tiredness, my head drops, my eyes close. and in the blink of an eye, between shock and pain, my face looked at me... and today the moon is the woman I'm going to hug.
