Yesterday I went to the racetrack.
But you were not by my side as last time.
My boss and I went to the entrance of the Expopublicitas; no longer the Expocihac full of waterproofing, drywall, and cement. It was something else, full of banners, displays, plotters and pop us. The atmosphere was more casual, and no more mesclilla pants with polo shirts and tennis, to give way to dress pants, shirts and moccasins Calvin Clain.
tried it feel good, like a child in toy but it was not, although I like that world, something was missing. There were plenty of bears
..... you all flavors and colors sizes as we did ... I took the camera and started shooting to see if it entertained me even if a few minutes .... but it was not.
Batteries
failed ... again there was much "meat ".... tipitos say if the place posing for pictures with aides why you do not ?.... Still
..... was not the same ..... you were not eligible to see the bears and say look! that father!, I have hunger!: ¨ or (
We continued walking, stand by stand, my feet could not stand, I wanted to go but work is work.
finally finished. I was the first out and sit on wooden tables, those aimed at the race track.
The sun was dying, I just sighed to remember your gray pants, your white shirt and your tie rods leaning against the railing and smiling at a friend .... a tear came from nowhere ..... no ..... my heart.
Night came and your reflection is vanished with the sun.
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