Fresh Nature

Or: the day she intended to finish with all that suffering.
Having the knowledge that she had from him never helped. The days were consecutively painful so that she could ever think that could be another way of living the life. A life that was easy but inconsistent with her visions. It was always hard to take decisions and accomplish small tasks. Walking in an empty Metro station she finaly saw everything so clear. Yet, that was to radical.

One day she decided to visit an old friend in a small corner near the sea. The intensive feelings resultant from the smells didn't give her a chance. Next day she decided to search for an empty small apartment that she could decorate in her own way. After passing half of a day standing just in front of the ocean she definitely had an answer. She asked him, by phone, to send to her mother's place the few important things that she had.

She never came back again to the place that once she thought her life belongs.

Sebes quem eu sou?

A pergunta surgiu como se de um apocalipse se tratasse.

Estava um dia sereno de Outono em que as folhas das árvores já não tinham mais força para lutarem contra o seu destino maior. O amarelo colorido e avermelhado, fazia daquele parque no centro da cidade, um lugar perfeito para quem tentava fugir do mundo. Há dois anos que os dias delas tinham deixado de ser intrigantes. Desde que se mudou para ali, naquela cidade em que tinha tudo o que precisava, a vida tinha deixado de a surpreender.

Sem nada o fazer esperar, alguém se aproximou - sussurrou-lhe no ombro e perguntou: "Sabes quem eu sou?".