not cry .. who falls ... my eyes and yours. TROJAN HORSE 
These days I have not stopped. My new job I have intended to spend more than 8 hours in work and running legal side to side. This new work takes a lot of my time between papers, decrees, organizations and events. Although it would be as healthy indiscutidamante I have not managed to escape to the beach because my work or even let me breathe a little, I know too much workaholic.
But these days only once I stopped ... and although my heart rate speed up I was able to stop ... stop, letting everything else ... what came to my side or behind. Which point in the infinite set my eyes on the look and it took several seconds. If someone is not there I am named, arrested in those eyes. It's quite strange that I did not see before or at the Animal Planet network or O'Higgins (to mention something close) ... that feeling of seeing the world in someone's eyes told me July 1st day, but not saw, vividly dreamed .. instead I experienced that dream now and then is like coincidences, encounters ... made me realize that behind the door of my office and the way my bike home (about global warming ... ha ha) is much more to do, much to appreciate and retain in the retina ... this time I do not know if your brain wires crossing clicks! or short ... and your heart races because those eyes waited sooo much. So as the final scene of "Butterfly Effect." The wings of a butterfly fluttered gently in the Amazon rainforest but caused a tornado that gray day in autumn when the timing is stopped, the clock and my work schedule.
That only I knew when I met again with your eyes that were now face, and you had a name. They were eyes with history, with much to share. Who says you have to look beyond what your eyes see was right ... I saw your soul.
