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December 1999, Before the new year.

-You have two ways to consider this "the past", the past that ended well, never we met and do as if none of this would be happened ... or, you can kill me and end has you started ... so ... how you gonna remember this?-

.You are scared...aren't you?-

-You will not-

-Of course i will not-

To give coherence to this history, we must go back a bit in the clock, not to reminisce, not yet, but to remember how this started, when i was crossing a path of lights and shadows.

January 1997

New York, the city of opportunity, where first you are selling fake Rolex to twenty dollars and suddenly you are in a limusine smoking a Cuban cigar while you see how the tramps kill each other for a can of tuna...and then you are one of those tramps.

Everything started four years after my "reborn", soon you'll know what I mean.

It was a night diferent to the others, the wind was blowing at close range, like if it fought against the spring in an endless battle, trying to cover everything with an icy blanket of snow, although his defeat was assured.

I was in the Bagel's Kings bakery, sitting in a fine hand carved chair, waiting for the shootout between the wind and the city shall, the bell above the door cried out in agony, a man dressed like a yorker cowboy, you know, black coat, black gabardine pants, black hat, black leather gloves and black sport sunglasses, he was carrying a small wooden plane.

He approached to my table and took a seat, i continued watching the streets through the window splashed with snow, meanwhile he started to write something on a napkin with a fountain pen, i didn't know yet but a snap brought me back to the city of dreams.

The first thing I noticed was that the snap came from the harsh and rough hands of the misterious man, he was pointing the napkin with his hand

I've got a gift for you

I imagine that the gift was the plane, and it was, first i considered it absurd but soon, it would be my torment.

He gave me the sculpture, to wich i replied

-Why you give me this...?-

If you want to know where the sea ends, see where the puddle starts

The cowboy get up, crossed the door and he vanished into the white nothingness.

In that plane i was going to travel in a giant sea of memories

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December 1999, Before the new year.

-You have two ways to consider this "the past", the past that ended well, never we met and do as if none of this would be happened ... or, you can kill me and end has you started ... so ... how you gonna remember this?-

.You are scared...aren't you?-

-You will not-

-Of course i will not-

To give coherence to this history, we must go back a bit in the clock, not to reminisce, not yet, but to remember how this started, when i was crossing a path of lights and shadows.

January 1997

New York, the city of opportunity, where first you are selling fake Rolex to twenty dollars and suddenly you are in a limusine smoking a Cuban cigar while you see how the tramps kill each other for a can of tuna...and then you are one of those tramps.

Everything started four years after my "reborn", soon you'll know what I mean.

It was a night diferent to the others, the wind was blowing at close range, like if it fought against the spring in an endless battle, trying to cover everything with an icy blanket of snow, although his defeat was assured.

I was in the Bagel's Kings bakery, sitting in a fine hand carved chair, waiting for the shootout between the wind and the city shall, the bell above the door cried out in agony, a man dressed like a yorker cowboy, you know, black coat, black gabardine pants, black hat, black leather gloves and black sport sunglasses, he was carrying a small wooden plane.

He approached to my table and took a seat, i continued watching the streets through the window splashed with snow, meanwhile he started to write something on a napkin with a fountain pen, i didn't know yet but a snap brought me back to the city of dreams.

The first thing I noticed was that the snap came from the harsh and rough hands of the misterious man, he was pointing the napkin with his hand

I've got a gift for you

I imagine that the gift was the plane, and it was, first i considered it absurd but soon, it would be my torment.

He gave me the sculpture, to wich i replied

-Why you give me this...?-

If you want to know where the sea ends, see where the puddle starts

The cowboy get up, crossed the door and he vanished into the white nothingness.

In that plane i was going to travel in a giant sea of memories