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It is indeed very late. I'm very sleepy, but I guess this party may never end. Mama and Daddy are there, as usual, with the other grown up people. Women talk about family and neighborhood and I feel a bit out of my place when I'm with'em. Well, I'm a boy, I guess I should be there with the men. But they keep talking about politics and things I do not understand, secretary of state, defense, whatever. The matter seems to gather their attention, but I don't see any relevancy on this topic now. I don't see why they keep talking about people they never met and things that have no connection with life. Perhaps they talk about it only for the pleasure of talking to themselves and having no other matter to talk about, the women have taken the best topic. Anyway, I keep hanging here and there.

But, damn, I didn't want to talk about this. I don't know why, but as when I get grown up, I will realize that I have this terrible addiction: keep flowing from one topic to another and, then, completely forget what it was that I was talking about.

But today I am sleepy, and the party goes in that slow rhythm when things get shadowy empty. I gathered some chairs, but they are too uncomfortable to sleep. Sometimes I do this, but it simply doesn't work. I never get into real sleep, it isn't like our cousy bed.

Then I got pissed off and decided to walk around. The other kids are boring around here and I decided to run away, what I will keep doing for the rest of my life.

I come to the edge of this huge swimming pool, in this nice place. My mother always insist that I must use this kind of buoy when I go swimming, but I always take them off and dive, nearly drowning myself. Sometimes I go to the very bottom, trying to hold my breath the longest time possible. Then I return.

Anyway, it is late night and I cannot swim. It gives me fear also, I don't know, a kind of strange feeling. All this in this way, like an empty desert. I don't like the buoy, it is ridiculous. I accept it only because I always think that it will be the last time my parents make me go into a ridiculous situation.

I lied down in a wooden bed at the edge. I looked at the sky, it was great. A burst of ideas were running my mind and I stood still, enjoying it.

That wasn't true, what I said before. Not all kids are boring in this place. There's a girl (she is five years old, one more than I), and she's nice. Maybe because she's slightly older, she's a more interesting talk. Truth is, even tough we hadn't the time to speak, I feel her like a close friend. She might be, after all, she is my parents friend daughter, so she might be my friend. But the other kids are also my parents friends son or daughter and I don't feel the same way. It is weird. I have no answer to that neither can I understand, just as I look to the ski and wonder how have they build so many stars, and why they shine, how many are they, if they can see me the same way I see them, if there's a hidden line to interpret, as the clouds I see everyday when I go to school. Yesterday there was this sheeplike cloud that turned into a crocodile. I got scared, what would that mean?

I was almost crying now. My eyes got wet, as they used to do when I was sad. Difference is I was not sad, I was... weird but happy. And there I was hidden enough so I had no need to hide my eyes. I was alone, and nearly napping when someone showed up.