Streets and buildings.
City lights and traffic lights.
Among them, people where found driving without stopping;
in a hurry or on time.
Alone or accompanied,
with music or without noise.
At full speed or slow.
In the middle of the traffic, I thought. I thought of the woman who was behind me, the one with dark glasses and a turned off smile. I tried to imagine what was going through her mind. Does she have any children?, is she married?.
I thought of the man to my left, the one with a buttoned shirt, a beard and a cigarette that was about to come to an end. Is he going to his work?, or maybe he has a date...
I thought about her, the girl of the car to the right. She, with two braids and eyes that were looking to the people crossing the street. How old is she?, where are they taking her?.
And no matter how much I observed them, I couldn't get to know them from the distance. The red turned into green and I had to move forward.
These people were left unfinished in my mind, but now, they are just part of my memories. And for you, they are just new characters created by your imagination, allowing yourself to read this and at the same time, fantasize.
And they, as protagonists of this writing went to stop.
-Alina Esquinca
