Narrative.

It was a cool August evening and everything was quiet and peaceful. Although it was the peak of summer time, a cool breeze was blowing, that reminded you of spring days. The days when you were happy.

Every year it was the same. By the time spring began, you'd have fallen in love with him all over again, and then break up a few weeks later. But this time, it was different - you thought - this time you've reached summer. But it ended up having the same ending as the past four years.

"I'll never go back again. This was the last time.", you told yourself as you reached your coat and looked in the mirror while putting it on, after hours laying awake in bed, looking at the green walls of your bedroom.

As you left your house, taking with you only your cellphone, keys, documents and a pack of cigarettes, feeling the cool breeze, you allowed yourself to see the world for the first time since the break up. You thought the orange lights on your poorly illuminated street were fascinating, as the sound of an airplane flying over your head, taking its passengers to meet their families, or to go on vacations where they'll fall in love again.

Driving around, you ended up at a fantastic place you used to go to chill, next to "Cristo Rei" in Almada. The view from there is breathtaking. The river, mirroring the lights from the city of Lisbon, the bridge over you, fully illuminated, the cars passing by... You just stood there, smoking cigarettes. One, two, five, eight, half the pack, contemplating the view and thinking about... well, nothing, which was good.

Alone in that sacred place, inside your old black Peugeot 106, you almost jumped off the car when the phone rang in the silence of the night. It was an old friend asking you out. "Let's go" - you said - "I'm in love with life again".

Of course he didn't get what you meant, since you haven't left the house for weeks and didn't see this good old friend of yours in months. "Meet me at the fair", he said. And so you did

"Why are you so thin?" were the first words he said to you, "You look ill!". "Nevermind", you told him, "It's in the past now".

You smiled the whole night, and the whole next day. And you are still smiling, and you'll keep on smiling. At least until next spring.