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Agreement, look at the clock is 2:30 in the morning, I felt an emptiness in his chest, looked around and realized that the emptiness of the breast was only a reflection of my life is empty. Friends have much, but do not miss them, I take the time to step together, having fun throwing words in the air and spending time … I decided long ago not to need anyone else to be happy, I decided for myself, I decided to be happy alone … and I am! But looking at my empty chest realize that I always wanted something that I myself can not give me, one thing I do not know what more I need. I go to the kitchen light off it, my feet know the way to my house several times since guided me through the furniture, between the coffee table I bought in a French settlement and now it seems that here at home came to life own lives chasing my feet I fall … I arrive in the empty kitchen, picked up an empty glass but clean, tidy house like, as if always expecting to receive a visit that never arrives. I open a bottle of wine and decide to celebrate my loneliness, the first sip tastes like victory I notice more empty with great achievements, won a good job, you keep me alive and well dressed … On the second sip things are taking a new direction … The void that is left inside, and everything became clear. Way in the dark kitchen to the living room, and I use a French coffee table to put my bottle of cheap wine, turn on the radio, playing a music eta romantically sad … Get involved in music, beginning balaçando fingers then the head, finally I’m dancing alone with a glass in his hand in full Wednesday, forget that tomorrow I will have to get up at 6:30 to go to work … But I remember my feeling of emptiness, and look at the couch and I noticed my bag open, and inside my cell, which is calling me to make a call caught him, eye to hours, and think: Who will I meet the 3:00 o’clock in the morning? I give myself a laugh, and start to get self-centered at that moment that the world begins to spin around me, I see my life filled with boredom and looking at the bottle of cheap wine, I indentifico. I am a wine bottle in half: Not so crowded that you can save, or empty to be appreciated, only half … So I take my loneliness with head up, I grab the cup, I sip my last and I go to my bed, knowing that life is made up of moments and wake up tomorrow when I’ll be more than ever, because I took a part of I cried that much … I want company, not someone to live with me, but to live life with me, taking advantage of the best moments, I’ll put my best red lipstick and go to work and I’ll laugh for the first cat that strangers passing by me and so I’ll take one more day and every day I discover a bit more about me.