"...I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song, and that drive with the people you love most in the world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite"
(tomado de "The Perks of being a Wallflower)
Amanecer del 13 de febrero de 1994 en algún lugar entre Porlamar y Juan Griego, en Isla Margarita. Así te recuerdo, infinito y en tiempo presente. Feliz cumpleaños amigo, estés donde estés.