The meeting

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Enjoying free time is something I really love, I guess like anybody. In my case, When I find my self in free time, I use to read, play my guitar or take a walk around. In order to be understood I need to clarify that I´m not talking about time spoiled because I use to enjoy those kind of things as an idiot. However, today I´ve all the hole day to do What I´d want to, but I feel lost. I´m not worried about hours pass away, the problem is that I´m not in the mood of doing things. And that´s not all! I suspect a serious chat with my self is comming. So I take refuge by playing my piano, even I take a walk away under the sunny day but I get not good results. Because I´m stubborn I try to get an escape by watching to my postcards which are glued to my room´s wall. I stayed still looking at one of them. In the front can be seen a small boat moored to a perron and over this there´s a door from which hangs a poster that indicates in a perfect venetian speech: Calle de le Verze.
Even remembering the wet breeze and the warmth that joined me during my rides under the "Mediterranean Sun" I can not avoid the grief that is invading me and I realize that It´s time to face my self. Maybe if I get hold of these words and if I get the way out by writing What I feel, I could persuade the pain. But I´m afraid It won´t happen. I feel my head is about to explode since I woke up. Seems this lack of peace won´t dissapear.
So I decide to meet my self "face to face". In this meeting I remember talks with relatives and friends. I can see my father driving the car while We chat about economic neo-liberalism, I can also see my self drinking beer with a fellow classmates while We ponder German Romanticism. But I realize that both memories are not effective against anguish. So I resign and I get conform by thinking that maybe today is one of those days Which oneself should leave mind take a rest.

Diego

"He who has a why to live can bear almost any how".
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche