Each one a Universe. ¡Dé veras sueñe raro pero…a ver lo que sale! I love to talk about myself, because for real, with the opportunity of new days I realized that we all go through many "coincidently" identical things. To speak of me ceases to be an account that could probably express the narcissism I cultivate, to then relate unknown traits of another, which in the past occured now a sensation, a tasteless taste not appreciated by the obscurity of such experiences. Counting can be the expression of several I's lived in only one. Finding yourself can be the unravel of every alley in our US that dissuades us at every turn from "who we can be" to exist in a plethora of options. To lose oneself - in a restricted psycho-oriented context - can be the discouragement in the insane search for the desired, which subtly changes over time. As the preacher once said, "it's like running after wind." Delivering in turn becomes the eccentric "leaves" to live better days with the expectation turned to not knowing, not understanding completely, not being sure of anything. To live by understanding that the parallel of different lives is the reason why what we know and want today, maybe tomorrow we do not want anymore. You are the other, I am the other and each other is a single US! Ps: Today I go out to meet the US of the photo. Our lives have taken different paths and our tastes are also contrary. His EU is different from my me, maybe from what I was or what I am, but that can change what I will be. I realize that this question of having a US is also just vanity.