you pedal, for the first time in 15 years. you go forward. you turn the street and,...there he is. you avoid him, pretend you don't pay attention to him and pedal more. you investigate. you go as far as you feel you are out of the limits, which are no other than your limits. and when you think it's enough you go back to him. you take a bath. you are agitated because you are alone. he is agitated. shall i go further? a little more... here.
You get out of the water, and you stop to dry yourself,...you stop,...everything stops,...wait to dry yourself,...seagulls pass by,...nothing else,...wait to dry yourself. this is it.
A knot unties in your back and makes you smile. because you find what you're looking for... nothingness. living. watching a minute go by, without caring.
Now you draw that girl who feels the same as you, who moves through the water, and you draw that cloud that, believe it or not, has moved.