if I had the opportunity to slip away but I do not know why I was stuck in a restaurant on the west coast , I could slowly move an arm to take my fork , because in front of me sat a woman , pushing strong , tell me a story, and follows I will take the train , too bad, it was good, but I can not continue , it is too weak , how to build when it seems to go faster, I want remain , but the heart of the joint action there is nothing left , so I prefer to leave and not make an effort , it is tiring to pretend , the reality is far , I have to take my medicine , another day j ' had arrived in a southern city, it was hot and I wanted to drink a beer , I sit in a cafe, and I see her sitting in front of me , the same as I left years ago , again , take the first right , go straight , take care crossing , drink water and do not talk to strangers , then she got up and disappeared into the crowd , I was in great confusion , had I experienced something real or my imagination had she made ​​a turn to check I took my phone and I called the woman I had left years ago , when she picked up , I could not help but add to the egg recipe , cook the sausage and do not forget to tell children stories to fall asleep , when I hung up the phone I could not remember what it m ' said , at least this time I find that I could not live with it, every time I saw it and even on the phone , it put me in a funny situation , it provoked in me a trip about idiots so now I am very careful when I meet a woman , I do a test, can we talk about both normally and after making love, is that I can still talk normally