Charleslie
As his responsibilities were many he had a wicked incomprehensible mind. My friends tried to advert me about the aftermath that this new friendship would have, but, at the end of all I wanted to try new things and he looked like a perfect start.
It seemed real. At least for me, that world full of crap known as reality.
All my thoughts, the bad things we went through together, the nice moments we had. Every single memory. Real.
I had to visit that chapter of my life when I traveled to Rome in summer '96. The doctor said I couldn't make it, although, all the members of my family -suspiciously caring about my parson-, said I should take the opportunity of comprehend the marvelous world of spirituality that surrounds such beautiful place.