I raced for years trying to reach the horizon and then realize that the horizon does not exist. It 's just an illusion that the sky at some point be able to meet the earth. Continue to see that thin away more and more like a slow death and a quick death at every step. At the edge of those roads real estate people, standing staring at that line. People laughed. "I will not like them, I do not ever give up." Only now do I realize how stupid I was. They had understood everything and I sweated blood for nothing. But now I'm stopped. I, too, on my horizon, waiting for someone to stop to rest or maybe just looking at all those horizons that are one step away from us. The air seems to blow tears in the rain tonight. Wet hands to push away the memories. How long has it been? Seems like yesterday sun dried my thoughts and led me across the street. The cars whizzing asphalt draw black trails of fuel seem to join the night. I can not move, or maybe I will not for fear of losing the race. The heart that the time at my watch, and I understand he is still alive after all. In this desert rain, hail and snow I will not. Look just because I stop to wait.
Dedicated to E.
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