Maitane!
Maitane! When I was a child, I didn’t want to grow up and cried because my knees hurt, and at bedtime, I’d whisper, inaudibly, and I’m telling you, since I was 5 years old, I’ve done it and promised myself I want to save the world. It’s a childish obsession, I know, I’m almost 56 and I still want it too... It seems I’m obsessed with you, don’t be scared, in a good way. I’m leaving the bar, not even tired, just looking for a way to solve this mess because it’s hard for you to answer my questions, talk, communicate, and we’re moving blindly, so I keep proposing ideas, suggestions, craziness, witty remarks, nonsense, and more forever. Yes, I won’t stop loving you, proposing, wanting you, desiring you, wanting to be by your side and you by mine. I don’t know how to explain myself, I’m dictating to my phone, and it comes out messy. Surely, I won’t captivate you or make you a junkie for these wor...