Get up early, go to the stop early, wait for it to pass. Wishing you were lucky and didn't have to wait so long. See the red trail pass before we arrive, run without reaching anything, resign ourselves to waiting. While waiting to think, fearing that the schedule has changed, that the route has changed without our knowing it. Fear of being late for work, school, the office where we have to do a paperwork. Feeling that time is slipping away from us, that it no longer belongs to us. Contracture the neck from stretching it so much to see if that other red spot that comes in our direction is or not, if it is not it is not to scan the road again in search of another spot, and if it is to stretch the eyes so much that we Let's go back Chinese trying to understand the numbers that are too far away to give us hope. Knowing that the stop is no longer a refuge, and that even if we spend a lot of time in it we will not be able to hide from the sun, rain or cold. That no matter how much time punishes us, we have to stay there, because we can't go anywhere else, we don't have a car and we can't afford a taxi. Remember that once we had a motorcycle that was stolen from us, and that we did not want to get it back because of so much operation that searches for jet engines with the motorcycle, it took us longer than this way. Longing for the time when as children we knew the driver, who was always the same, like the schedules, like his car, that although it was old one had got used to it and did not aspire to more. Realize that with the new one does not know what to expect, that the brightness, the scoop always hide something, something that is never fully understood. That the new tames us until we bend our backs. That the custom is that no more. That right now you want to rebel because you imagine that things would have to be different, forgetting that you do not have to imagine anything, that you have to accept what you are without looking for something else. Forget everything that is thought because now if the red that is approaching is what we expect. Feel a little joy, a shy orgasm when you get on and then grab the bar and lower your head.