Today was a long day. Cities don't really weigh me down. Its people seem interesting to me, many times seeing it as a fauna where everyone goes in their bubble trying to survive. But it is tiring. I admit that I enjoy moving through the crowded streets. But that is not a rhythm of life that he is capable of constantly tolerating. I am a village animal. Of starry nights Of calm and silences. Nothing is too far away, but there is little to choose from. The city and its rhythm is tiring. People do not look at each other, they do not know each other. And I'm not talking about seeing yourself deeply, but about assuming the existence of another human being beyond your own circle. They are strangers, they are unknown, they are even selfish. In my head I also carry a hermit, who wants to get away from everything and everyone. But I like being a "tourist" in the city, and seeing people move "in their habitat"