Moving on...

I found a toothbrush on the back of the bathroom closet. But it was still packed.

I began searching. On the bedroom. Underneath my sweaters, between two blankets waiting for winter.

On the the living room, maybe a forgotten CD, between the others.

Heading to the kitchen, I realised I was getting a bit obcessed.

I looked at that packed toothbrush, that I was keeping closed on my hand.

I hesitated for a bit... I went out and I droped it. On the first can I saw.

Retirado do baú, escrito em 11.11.2005