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  • She spent the night looking for. Looking for everything, including herself. Everything was lost in the mess accumulated for years. Messy house, messy heart. All gone: the loves, the records, the clock which broke. The alarm clock: her mother gave it to her when she turned 10, she said it was to start being responsible with time, but within the years it lost its real meaning.

    She opened the box of photographs and sat on the floor. In the middle of a sip of beer she found an old photo with friends. She remembered how they loved that bar and wept for the lost affairs and how celebrated the new ones, "wonder if those tables could tell." She kept on looking at the album, and after twenty-and-so many pictures it lasted a lot of crying, lots of laughter and great longing to feed the heart.

    She walked to the bookcase and began to stare at the books. There she found her first passport, right in the middle of The Little Prince, coincidentally, "what is essential is invisible to the eye", indeed. She recalled that she kept it there after a fight with her former husband, it was a safe place to avoid the insane man throw it out the window. Then with it in hands, she decided to travel to any place where she could find. She looked at what was left of the mess, what mattered was separated in the middle of everything, she threw all of it in the suitcase and left the apartment. In the stairs she heard a song on her player and determined that it would be the mark on when she decided to be happy.

    The photo above was taken downtown of Sao Paulo, Brazil.
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