I was thinking,
about the love.
his density.
his thickness.

I was missing us.
Our density.
Our thickness.

I was asking me
about us.

I was asking me
if our love,
our density,
our thickness,
will find time.

We eat good meet, ok, but
it´s not understand an asado, you know.
Both, are cross for the same.
The meeting. The community. The round.
In Spain, at the coast of the Mediterraneo,
a guy, cames closer to me and said me:
“you shares me a mate?”
I saw him. I smiled him, and shared.
I enjoyed by seeying him enjoy.
when he finished, said me:
When you´re between a lot,
the mate, relate
When you´re alone,
the mate, accompany”.

I thought how much the others can change, modify you.
I thought eight year after, i can remember that meeting.
I don´t remember his face, his name.
But I remember exactly the words he used.
His look.
His soul.

There´s a relationship, incluyed with the time, with the mate.
A personal relationship, still in the round.
That delight of taste, the intimate.

The intimate, still in the round.
Make the place,
enjoy the meeting,
let the mate changes you.