Sometimes ... I'm stupid ... - What happens to me? ... Why my heart beats this way ... why ...
So it happened that young throughout their journey back to his home in the dark Santiago. And he kept asking when it started, how ... but, if I had those answers that seemed enough to soothe your soul, your heart would still beat that and his face show a faint smile, as if she might fly ... flew away.
that suddenly landed locomotion, looking at the outer dark street was back home by connecting through walk a block and a half ticket. He got up, rang the bell, stopped and dropped the microphone. The cold of the night came in through every part of your body but it felt warm, warm ... happy and started walking.
Almost got home, he began to talk consigo mismo como usualmente lo hace cuando se pone a reflexionar:
-¿Porqué me siento así?... tan... feliz... Espera -se detiene en seco en medio del pasaje- no creo que me haya enamorado de ella... No...no...
El joven baja la cabeza y llora. Llora en silencio, llora en el interior de si mismo... llora y nadie se da cuenta que este dolor ha vuelto y le vuelve a dejar una herida dolorosa en el fondo de sí...
-A veces... -levanta la mirada y sigue caminando-... soy un estúpido.
