¿Leer en el subte? Prefiero la interacción por 20 minutos con extraños cercanos, miradas observadoras y ruidos molestos. Ni siquiera puedo concentrarme en esta escritura y cuando lo hago, la mujer de gran trasero me pide permiso y su nalga izquierda invade el espacio que necesito para escribir. La gente sigue subiéndose a este viaje subterráneo, mirándose y reconociéndose incontables veces en la misma situación. Dicen que siempre es diferente, aunque los personajes se repitan casi en el mismo orden: que el destornillador, que la estampita, que suena la música, que piden aplausos. Los rostros con la mirada como de otra parte, impávidos. Circulan, se paran, caminan, se sientan, se bajan, se suben. Mi vecina de asiento acaba de liberarme. Tengo la certeza que otra será su víctima, en un vagón futuro. Caras de nada. Miles de historias confluyen ¿casualmente? a cada instante. Hay quienes no se enteran, absortos en algún texto misterioso. La noticia del día, ¿cambia algo?

This is very new. I have the nicest coworker since few days ago, my beautiful nephew. He so decisively get into this computer place, and sit on the empty chair as if he knows it belongs to him. Sweetly smiling, saying "cosmica? i want dora!". What can i do? I just let all this go along. "hi lovely you... so let me se... okay it's loading, you see the clock? we have to wait now, dora it's loading." "we have to wait... 1..2..3..4..5!! here it is!"

It could be that his hand is too litlle for that mouse, or the mouse is too big for his hand. Anyway, he manages to navigate arrow by arrow and saying from time to time "ohh.. look at this, cosmica! it's gone!" Then i say something to let him go ahead with his will, he follows my words, and everything is fixed.

When i look at his screen again, i wonder how is that he goes where he wants recognizing shapes and letters and understanding english words. But he does. And plays dora's games as if he always had done it... yes, since one month or so.

First was a cow, then other, then other and then they didn't stop appearing. First as shadows, then white and black.

Before two cars were passing by, one driving away and the other coming. Old ones, brighting ones.

Bark bark bark. Free riders of the streets, announcing its presence while walking. Not here, not there, but everywhere. -ok, doggie we're going to respect each other-

21 cows. The man in charge was biking, one hand driving and the other sticking the last cow.

The sun keep on falling and shades growing. Again the night was closer. At this time, the cows could be seen of the size of an ant, disappearing little by little behind the road.