-Arriving at my apartment I got a little hysterical, not knowing where to go, even had some bags packed, and I had no time, the clock in the room resounded in my head, I sat on the edge my bed, I took all the pre-magazines I found in the room to see if it helped me in anything, for many others it was soon decided in one day, but for me it was a mess, still reading, had beautiful places I did not think existed, began to separate, sort and classify the best places, in a moment of desperation, I covered my sight, I passed my finger over the journals, magazines without having looked at before, and leave everything to luck, because in the end gave up a decision somewhat exaggerated on my part, but to be even more honest my finger stopped at a magazine where the image of a moon, I think by the time these trips do not exist, while continuing with my existential drama, the time went on, and I was not yet clear nothing, absolutely nothing, and my eyes did not help at all, were closed and every second that passed were closed more often, until I left again, and closed completely, of course until the next day, the alarm rang and I woke up the magazines, drooling the image of the moon and almost fell over the side of the bed, I woke up somewhat dazed, I think it was the best way to fall asleep...

-Excerpt from my book