Music was preformed while I was sit sorrounded by people in a simple meditation, otherwise it must had been just my imagination, a French singer accompanied by a Mexican Trumpeter and pianist had offer a concert 12 years ago in the principal auditorium in my former school, I think I was just 16 years old, I had read "La Luna" a lovely dramatic reflection poem about dead, but I didn´t know who was the author, when suddenly they started playing a sweet melody adapted with this poem. Automatically
I was captured in the Sabina´s world of poetry.

"La luna se puede tomar a cucharadas o como una capsula cada dos horas......"
Jaime Sabines.

Aunque no hay nada que no pueda solucionarse salvo la muerte, me da la impresion que cada uno de los problemas se acumulan y desembocan en un tragico final.
No dormir,no cerrar los ojos con la somnolienta intencion de desaparecer hasta el siguiente dia. Quizas todo hasta el momento es solo el fastidio de vivir la vida simple que hasta el sueño de alguna manera se volvio monotono. Ir como pez contra el flujo del rio, viendo los problemas sin objetar y tener que tragarse la infame destruccion de los valores mas minimos. Piensa.....respira.