Stade de France

Stade de France, could also rhyme with au revoir. Or probably not. Certainly not. But that was the leitmotif. 

We said we were supposed to make the last scene from "Y tu mamá también". In the form we did it. I went to business, you went to that weird side of someone who chooses to better known himself. But just in the form. The truth is that we could meet again in 50 years, and it would just be as if we have just seen to each other yesterday. We would always have things to say to each other.

Life needs cynics of a good heart. 

Life needs people capable of laughing of themselves... and about the others, of course. Laughing about the others, about all. Life needs that these cynics meet between them. Otherwise, where the fun of our lives would be.

Probably half of our lives is a lie. Probably at this point, we don't even remember which half is which. Probably our lives are nothing but a verse said by someone who stole it at the same time from somebody else. I have just did. 

Enjoy the path you follow, as it could be even better than your end. 

Is never easy to say goodbye. Farewell my friend, who am I to tie you when the mermaids sing... because Keats and Yeats are on your side, while Wilde is on mine.