In the middle of the day, it’s like the wine drunk has chose me, like the sangria chose my soul to intoxicate, like the fermented fruit found my mind to inhabit with the idea to cross the street without looking both ways, almost getting hit by a motorcycle and a car from both sides at the same time, but not even caring whether it would happen.

The sun is too bright and the building tops are too beautiful, so it’s not important to do anything except for smile and walk in a way that is more like dancing. Stepping in and out of shops. Looking at things just to look but not caring about buying because my drunk mind doesn’t think about owning or taking things home, it only thinks about right now and feeling good, so I step out of the shop and walk along the cobblestones, looking for the next thing to entertain me.