MY REALITY
ARE YOU A PATIENT? The sun was shining trying to illuminate the window of my mind, it was a warm afternoon so I decided to expose myself to the rays of that luminous light, naturally I needed to look for a place where to sit as usually do to cogitate or to read some refreshing books painted with the blood of those whom I really admire because they can destroy or save the life of many people but obviously the decision remains in the hands of the people who read those sometimes magniloquent lines. I took a book quite philosophical to wonder about existence. I went to sit in front of a chapel to use its walls as a support for my back. I was wearing blue jeans, a blue sweater as usually do to combine my clothes’ colors or to bring into actuality my autistic ideas. I was reading as a narcissistic because I was absorbed by that loaf of bread called book, suddenly a man with a suspicious sight, smoking a cigarette, carrying a small bag in his back, wearing green jeans and a black sweater cam