The simple  thought of it ,

was enough   to feel his soul

with a strange kind of regards

that were able to extend

during  his ussually sad and  lonely nights,

In fact , he was afraid

of being  trapped

in implicit routines and

mechanical  customs.

I mean the ones

that perhaps you can realize

when them had began.. but never

the moment that they will let you

be free again.

They know so many ways

to insist an repeat themselves

just in the middle of our heart…

…So far in time

that usually

we completely can t remember

the moment in wich they started.

So they just keep  repeating in our minds,

as if they were very nautral things

.Believe me that  they often are able

to get softly in ourselves…

.And it s too late when  we  can realize,

that they had become..

part of  us.

Wether we like or not.