Sit
ten minutes, just ten minutes on the steps of a portal fulfill any of a busy street. Enough to see how quickly the world turns, the people running not look away from his watch, trying to win the game while a couple of junkies arguing loudly, mothers walk their babies, old women who spread the word of God on cheap paper pamphlets, a Japanese business suit making a thousand pictures of a monument aberrantly ugly. And you pulled into the portal no purpose other than to observe how the world breathes and let time leaking out between puffs of smoke. Escapándote. Some do not even realize that a pair of eyes look at each of its steps from a corner, others will look back
