I’ve been planning this trip for life. I go without suitcases, I will carry my heart without dictionaries, along the way I will find the addresses, after the imprint that marks the reason. At dusk, waiting in the station, the afternoon fall and without direction. The road has always been there, the brother of destiny. In my life sometimes I have changed the meaningless direction, in those moments I did not understand. I thought that I had lost in trying to look for it I saw.