po.lis.sí.la.bo

i'm sleepy.
today i woke up early, by 6. back to university and its cigarettes and coffee. back to the big trees where i use to sit under and write letters to people far away. back to the boring classes. back to the excitement of a new discovery. back to old problems with old friends. back to the sound of the quick steps walking over the tiny little stones, towards the library. back to a state of mind i thought i'd forgotten.
when i got home by 12 i found my mother by herself in her bedroom. we kissed as usual and she told me one thing about this morning. after i'd left to college, she did my bed and went to downtown. as she was driving back home she was thinking about me and my well-known plans to live in another place, away from here... a song played on the radio, by happenchance(?) it was the song i told her to listen to when i am an atlantic ocean away from her and she misses me. she smiled and cried.
lately, i'm getting a payment for my efforts, and my goals have never seemed so close. i'm preparing myself for all i ever longed for... the world, the road, the hole - if it's my time - whatever may come. i don't know where it all began, but i'm pretty curious to know where it's going to stop.

i hope you are fine,

paulo