I walk to my appointment and I think of something witty to say, or a possible words she directed me to drop something witty, and I think laughter ... But all conversations that are hatched in the head before an appointment is always to be ignored, and collect dust until the ink will look for a place on a shelf to rot, the more organic as possible, together with the yellow paper . I'm going up the hill and think of the possibilities of our conversation, in the branches that grow from nothing in its main trunk, the tree acquires elegance of the talk. A pleasant conversation is like a tree. First the seed, the two fellow members with common experiences and tastes. Sometimes the seed quality is clear and you know that something great is going to take shape. Other times it's just one that puts all of the germ, but that's not a conversation; You can call conference or speech, but not conversation. The watered with a couple of beers and the roots begin to flow. If the stem is straight ahead, perhaps we are dealing with a cypress or poplar. But those are boring, but elegant, when the issue is central, discussed by two fellow members who know you well. I like to improvise more, sharpen everything until a flower and we can move to the next branch. In my case, approaching a bush with a fork in the main artery, as the life of my companion broke mine a long time, and so everyone is going to strengthen the trunk of another, and small leaves frolic with each other, entangled with grace until it blooms a lush and beautiful shrub, with small yellow flowers, topped by mutual smiles. Almost every flower I've done, with different nuances, sometimes acid, sometimes innocent, but she always adds a fresh aroma that homogenizes everything.
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