Homesick

It was in one of those days, when while you see very young couples kissing you remind your first kiss, when while you wait for the green light you see a young folk dealing with a big backpack, trying to get in the crowded bus you see yourself some years ago, in the same situation. Coming back from school hungry and tired, praying for get to home and take a shower and a good meal,  one of those days when you want to leave your car and run through the night  and forget about the traffic, and forget about the shoes, and the cell phone, forget about all for a while. To jump into one of those spectaculars full of color and shiny happy people showing us how good is to live or to buy or to drink whatever they are announcing,  escaping from  this reality. Unfortunately that is not possible, perhaps that is why, when I come back from my work to home and I watch the other driver’s faces I see so many different and strange things , same thing must happen to them when they watch  this bald boy singing out loud singing out proud the soundtrack of the moment. Sometimes in Spanish, others in English (mostly I have to admit) I try to compensate the vacuum and the solitude of my car doing this but I never get a positive reaction, don’t ask why.