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I (first horn) Prelude

desperately need coffee. I'm late for class, but I have to stop taking my dose. I enter the Starbucks next to the metro, where a girl, carries the most charming smile I've ever seen, I use my coffee. The bitter liquid begins to rub my lips phone starts ringing, missed call, two, three ... or Juan and Luis are already in college and I hope in the east wing. I drink the last drink and I run to the subway, and just missing a few hours to start the weekend. Finally it's Friday.
Three-quarters of an hour later, I come to school and instead of going to class I look for some of my friends.
- Hola Juan, do not go to class?
- Hey, today is my turn to rest, and I've stayed here with Louis, who has been asleep for a change. Juanma
was the "public relations" group, was glib and win people knew, it was thanks to him so we got together. Began to speak, of anything, and no one could stop him, out of boredom just giving you reason. It's one of those people who do not catch your eye when you know them, but a few minutes with him and you see account of what it's worth. Moreno, skinny or ugly or handsome ... but unforgettable, can achieve almost anything through his gift of speech. A nice guy that Juanma.
- What do tonight? Does your house for a drink?
- ...
- EH! Wake up!
- JM Sorry, what were you saying?
- What if we go home?
- Waiting to come and speak Luís

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A sound wakes me up, I can not identify. I open my eyes, light forces me to close them and the noise is banging his head. I think I'm lying on a bench and a screw projection is nailed me, I have cold, I'm on the street. Again I try to open your eyes, make out with me a clear pond, almost dry, it gives off an unpleasant odor. I do not hear anything, it is impossible to move, lift the head would be a heroic act, closed my eyes, I fall into unconsciousness.
that sound again, how much time has passed? I repeat the mime movements, eyelids are heavy and light me hurting me. The pool is dry, but the stain remains. I decide to stay where I am a bit longer. Would have to move, my tongue like a cork in the desert that is my mouth. Lying on the floor, the bank was very uncomfortable or because I fall, I begin to think as I got here, is not the first time that happens to me, this time I have not come to my apartment, if I have one I stopped half way.
Time passes, slowly start to move, look around, my body is between the sidewalk and the grass a little earth around me, and some trees, is all I could see. I'm still alive, for how long? How my body endure?
I sit and sit. What day is today? I have yet to be on a weekend, or is it a holiday? If no correct options have become to miss work, end up throwing, I have a job do you really? Do I live? What do I do in life? Another question threatens my head, the most obvious, as I got here, I do not recognize this place, or maybe my brain cells are still making the right connections to return my memories, let it continue to work and decided to lie down. I close my eyes and ears to the world around me, at first this is difficult, daylight is becoming more intense and the birds around me were allied against me.
start to fall asleep. Images of the past parade before me. None of them is valid I used to remember. A seaside village, a small town, some kids riding bikes, mountains, the sea ... everything goes black.
I wake again, I'm drenched in sweat, I need to rest, should return home, a home, if I have something that meets that description, home. That sound again, I'm more clear, thanks to the dream that I fell before. A mobile? Do I use one? I look in my pockets but did not find anything except some keys and a worn black wallet. Inside I reveal anything new, no ID card or cards. Just a few pennies, some pictures of a boy, I guess I am, and a picture of a girl, pretty bad quality, seems taken with a phone, bonobos spent and nobody else.
I decide to get up, it's time to stand and walk. No where to go, but moving will help. I can hardly keep a straight line and progresses very slowly. I do not see people, but I still hear the sounds that woke me up. I keep walking.

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