that morning to open his eyes everything looked different, did not know why, but it was the feeling that was upon him inside. When he looked out the window of the hostel, the sun felt que calentaba más, las nubes que la noche anterior amenazaban lluvia se habían evaporado y vio como la luna desaparecía por la lejanía a modo de despedida, instante en el que sintió un escalofrío que le recorrió todo el cuerpo.
Recogía sus pertenencias a la vez que pensaba en lo que aquella mañana le depararía, cada vez estaba más cerca de su destino, ya tenía en su bolsillo el billete de ida, solo de ida porque era lo que se había propuesto, siempre estaría a tiempo de sacar el de vuelta, porque no quería volver a cerrar nada en su vida. Por haberlo hecho una vez se encontraba tan perdido.
Atravesó the city very slowly, no hurry, enough time to catch the train. She went through a pretty little square with flowers of every color imaginable, in the middle of a fountain and watched it for a few minutes as the birds came to drink.
He walked on the street and turn his attention in a sign that read "home" is set a little more and realized it was a cafeteria. As in no hurry, decided to go, I attended a brown girl homely, but with eyes that could perceive the sea. Until then I had never looked so deeply to anyone
"Good morning," said the waitress what I can handle it?
- A latte cup, please.
She took it slowly, savoring each sip, I had asked in a cup because it was exactly as he liked to take it. He paid with a smile on his face, the pleasure I had felt on returning to perceive that taste in your mouth and thanking went back to the street to go to the station.
watched carefully to people on the platform were: a couple who were leaving with a passionate kiss and said that on leaving them as the eyes glowed in a special way, even a tear rolling down his face. Some children running and mother after them to stop. A young guy with the green knapsack in his hands and whose sad face hinted that he returned to barracks where to military service. Two old ladies were divided luggage, so that it is more convenient to access the stairs so high the car. A middle-aged gentleman, well dressed with a briefcase in hand, never stopped talking on the phone ... ..
passed through his head too much with the noise, the faces so different from each other and the comings and goings of travelers.
"The train to ... ... .. will make their exit by the platform second in five minutes, a woman's voice heard on the speakers.
- Where am I? He asked "You can not How could I be so blind for so long? What I seek, I have ....
Moral:
around us, always find a reason to push us continue taking steps forward, without losing sight of the horizon in us.
Why look what we have before our eyes?
If all you have to do is: LEARNING TO LOOK.
Every story has a moral and is not going to be less.
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