Let's
leave something here. Just for reflection. I saw about an hour ago a lady
trying to make it to the next street as fast as she could. She was running
energetically. I could see a sort of desperation in her face. It felt so close,
so close that I got sad at it… I felt some kind of sorrow on my own. A little
later I started wondering if such a feeling tends to be sensed by everyone, and
then I realized people don't usually spend too much time at sympathizing
neighbors, at least no more than making themselves sympathized. The thing is,
and that's perhaps why I want you to read this and also write me about: that it
is precisely when we force our body for a quicker move that we realize how we
might be feeling, and a little beyond: it is by a fast gesture how the rest
notices about us. For instance, if there´s a bit of compassion around, it may
be shown by looking at our faces when we act mechanical rather than when we
carry intentionally a sad expression expecting to be noticed...
