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I felt stressed from so much work, tired of finding each day like the previous one, I had no real motivation, and the future somehow felt uncertain ...
It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday February 21, I received a call from my boss, he asked me to present myself immediately in his office, because I had something urgent to communicate. I quickly went up to the fifth floor, where his office was, and a little anxious knock on the door, when he instantly replied "enter Isabela". I passed by and sat down in front of Him to listen to Him.
I notified myself about an unexpected work trip that I had to carry out and to which, it was impossible at this time to attend, therefore it was me who had to replace him, since no one else in the company was so aware of the new project.
I've always hated work trips, and they kill planes with fear, but I could not deny myself and accept it.
The same Thursday of that week I went on a trip, my destination: Cancun ...
The flight seemed like it would never end, the plane did not stop moving, I had never experienced so much turbulence in my life, I felt that I died more than once, and that flight of three hours, it became eternal. Finally the plane landed at the airport in Cancun, which looked like another, since it was completely remodeled from that last time when visiting Cancun 4 years ago.
When I left the airport, I got on a mini bus that took me directly to the Oasis hotel. The hotel was beautiful, retained a very own colonial-modern style ... and a pool that covered its length, most of the hotel.
I arrived at my room, room 302, fixed my things and prepared to take a bath. At dusk I went down to one of the hotel restaurants for dinner, ordered a lime soup that the local waiter had recommended, and a glass of red wine. After dinner I went back to my room, I waited for a hectic day to wake up, and I thought that rest was the best option.
After a couple of hours tossing and turning in bed without being able to sleep, I got up thinking about going out to get some fresh air, maybe that way I could relax and sleep. I put on some Jean shorts, a white top bikini and some black Jcrew beach slippers that I had bought last week and I went down the elevator to the pool side, I kept walking until I got to some steps that were still part of the hotel, but they connected with the beach ... I sat there.
It was probably around 2 o'clock in the morning, the sea looked beautiful, you could hear the bursting of its gentle waves and along the boat you could see the light, the white sand, the full moon lit enough to distinguish its color . It was a story night, in a wonderful place in the world, and I, there, alone, in front of a perfect scenario.
I took off the slippers and in the form of relaxing therapy I put my feet in the sand and played with it, along a song was heard, at the same time that I listened to it I began to review my life with my thoughts ... What had happened to me ? Why did I feel so lonely? Is it that I had become one of those cold women who dedicate their lives to work because they do not have anything else? I went around and around my loneliness, trying to find not even in my thoughts ...
"Dream of a tomorrow, a new world must arrive, have faith, it is very possible if you are in destiny" ...
When I suddenly saw it ... it was Him, I could not believe it! I thought for a moment I was hallucinating, or maybe I had fallen asleep a couple of hours ago in my room and I was inside a dream ... but no, it was not hallucination or dream, it was Him, standing between the sea and me, under the moon, with his bare feet on the white sand ...
I could not stop seeing him, suddenly, he approached me, and with a sad look hidden behind a sweet laugh, said: "it's hot", I did not answer anything, because I was still in shock, I felt that the words They did not exist, or at least I could not find any at that moment. And He, with the utmost naturalness of the world, sat next to me in the graditas of that hotel, facing the sea in Cancun ...
There was a silence of about 15 seconds, then he said: "It's the only time I can hear the silence", I remained silent, just listening to your voice, that voice that more than a thousand times I had heard before, I could not believe that Now he was talking to me. He smiled again and looked at me, at that moment I managed to ask him: "what are you doing here?" ... "It's a long story" he replied, "but if you like it and of course, you have time, I can tell you" ...
The night, along with the sea and the moon were the only witnesses of that encounter. Of that deep talk of confessions of feelings of loneliness that such a famous artist kept inside his soul. Sitting in front of the sea, in those stands, we spent more than two hours talking as two ordinary people, two people from completely dist
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