Two complete separate paths start in points between which you’d find no common relations what so ever. One goes through the might of numbers and the exactitude of it all; whilst the other bases its welfare on a more humanistic approach. But yet somehow they find themselves intersected on neutral grounds under a roof where other trails meet for other curious purposes.

    I was looking down at my feet; getting closer to that place where I had spent most of my afternoons trying to move forward with my dreams and goals. Something peculiar was to take its first step in changing the person I once knew from my bathroom mirror, and the dust covered picture on my desk.

    As usual I went head first in pursuing my daily dose of ‘dreams and goals’ at first not actually noticing that which had not been seated before me, instead behind me. And its curiosity was to be awakened by a bare comic tune: “N-ai faţa de cornul ăla…”.

    My attention had slowly slipped away from what I was doing, finding interest in something I have never placed importance on before. People would have had said that it was the simplest of looks but it was just like I had been permitted a glimpse into her heart.

    The last stand representing the character I had known all my life ended in that tram station, sealed with a touch which cannot be hand made. Something strange has happened ending that day; I’ve never opened myself this way before.

                                                  To be continued ...