4 de bastos

He estado leyendo la prensa. One of those back-page articles that you find interesting before you get up and put the newspaper back in its place.. While I was reading it, something in me said that this was possible (referring to the article)and my desire to finish the article grew and grew.

I have come to the conclusion that really if one wants, one can get what one wants. The only thing you need is time and perseverance.

Changing the argument a little while reading the article I thought about my house. One. At my place. In her and why I can't find the perfect decoration style and what color the bedroom furniture could be in.. Terrible thing, I know. I don't see a way out.

The point is that this article has given me a kind of strength to see clearly. If you want you can. You just have to be attentive. You just have to spend time searching for environments and information and my house (and by the way I) you will be how you want to be: radiant.

As I was leaving the restaurant I was rambling about all that while my subconscious was telling me: tú puedes conseguirlo, solo tienes que querer. Busca la señal.

A gust of air has made everything shake around me and suddenly in front of my feet a card from the deck. I looked to the right and also to the left to see that no cars were coming. (It's the excuse to make sure no one saw me.) and I bent down to pick up the letter. Another gust of wind took her away again and I acted as if nothing was happening.. I continued walking towards my car.

I have sat down. I have put the air. I left my phone and keys on the seat next to me and started the car.. Before reversing I was thinking about whether I would get off and go look for the letter or if I would forget about it and continue heading to work.. He metido marcha atrás he ido reculando hasta donde creía que el viento se había llevado la carta.

Sin mirar a ningún sitio y como el que no quiere la cosa he abierto la puerta y he intentado coger la carta. Estaba muy lejos y me he tenido que bajar. Unos pasos y la carta es mía. Sabia que la gente que había en el restaurante me estaba mirando, pero por una vez me he metido la vergüenza en el bolsillo y sin más me he vuelto a montar en el coche y he metido primera.

Cuando he llegado al primer Stop he mirado la carta. A 4 de bastos. He sonreído. Mientras analizaba la situación la estaba asociando al artículo de la prensa.

He decidido guardar la carta. Todo amuleto debe de ser guardado y eso es lo que voy a hacer. I'm going to leave it stored on the car visor.

That, what is all this? Well, I don't even know it myself.. Something without any sense or maybe yes.

Call it madness, call it wink. I'm going to call him “I believe in me”.