The almost empty 68 Avenue

It´s 20:04. ​​I am on my way home, I'm on the street 72- 68. We're many women in the bus. As we move between cars and craters and I hear the sweet music of my favorite radio station. Slowly we approached the bridge without end,the bridge of street 68 and Avenue  68, apparently isn't occupied.

Today miraculously, I've my warm hands and the transport going to the neighborhood Las ferias. Several restaurants, I'm hungry and have $ 200 in the right pocket. It has been 15 minutes since I boarded, and we're just about 68 street - Rojas avenue.
We Already crossed the Red avenue, road to cross  Boyacá avenue, I see one of my loves hiding in action, I remember seeing these movements (one who called my cell at around six thirty pm).
At this time beware  far from the door to keep you safe, hide who you observe more, careful look at the eyes, wary of one who appears to know more, avoiding the rocks but don't ever change their place because people will realize that you exist. Read and be wise,live and become a vagabond lives. Love regardless of sex and you will be pointed out by many people. Make no mistake  because otherwise you look like useless; You talk and  you will be reckless.
Today  told me a beautiful story of hope. Today I understood that art as much has a real and present rich also has a future.

I pledge to help make this progress. Thanks to life for existing.
Mayra A(2) Z.