Coming back to life

As I told you, Tati... I met the biggest love of my life when I was 37. It happened just by chance as an old friend payed me a visit on a boring Thursday night.

It was love at first sight... or... at first glass of wine. There are no many places to go out in the cold nights in Petropolis and it's common having friends around at home. 

I loved everything about Eduardo the minute I met him. Funny, interesting, intelectual and with a great taste in music. From that night on, we began to share delicious moments in the natural parks and mountains of our town. He was the perfect company... stars, nature, poetry, technology, music. Spontaneous and authentic, happiness was the perfect feeling in this "irresistible pastime".

The Division Bell, a Pink Floyd album I had never listened before, was always playing in the background. From that album he chose a song to be our song. It was the first time a guy told me: this will be our song.

Coming back to life. This was the song. A perfect title to what I was feeling... alive.

But different from the title, the lyrics told what I was close to feel and it was not good at all.

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