DECK 
Get a box, pretty big.
Take your favorite color as well.
Rosa? Perfect. Red? Even better, it means passion.
April. It is empty? Very good.
begins to fill.
Start from the bottom, of course. Below
put things softer clothes. That skirt
wine stain that has always brought good luck, socks, slip your foot in which he grew up, pants that never betrays those chiletti too, the slip when you sleep for the first time with a man.
Fold it well, may crease.
you also take the purple shirt? You can do it. I know that you like.
The polka dot dress? But do not you have a little 'tired? I always wear everywhere.
right, is an institution, place it inside.
not forget the blanket. Everyone has a blanket with them wherever they want.
Now something harder, the red shoes ever photographed, I can not help but look at them.
you feel beautiful, provocative, sexy when wearing them: you walk a bit 'wrong, stumble, you're funny but tender.
Those brown boots have a certain charm transgressive got to do in the box?
Yes, there is still plenty of room. The historical
slippers, you would not want out! You have saved my feet from blisters.
Please do not forget your blanket.
is important: we all have a favorite.
Let the toilet. Get everything you need.
The kit of little red riding hood of your 18 years, the wooden
tricks with biological father present, the perfume
change it forever, I do not know what to recommend, you decide all this time.
As you say, you do not know which to choose?
Okay, I give you mine, so it's almost over. Deodorant nivea
of resisting for 24 hours, the mascara that lengthens your lashes from deer, cleansing wipes. Obviously the toothbrush.
Did you remember the cover?
Let me see. You've already put a lot 'of stuff!
And now it does not separate you from where ever: your books.
Those who have accompanied all his life, those who never stop reading, you have seen it become a girl and then woman. The friend found
, Catcher in the Rye, The Little Prince, Little Women.
And the more recent ones: the house of sleep, if a winter's night a traveler, I take you away, Sophie's World.
And that recent? The Solitude of Prime Numbers. I know why you liked, do not forget. How do I you know? You're the book that I can read better.
When you want to put the blanket? You half-filled box.
Put into what can help.
The phone, of course. With all the sms that you have moved or made you angry.
and the iPod, with songs that you love. Those sweet lull in you and those that trigger the energy you have when you dance. A waltz? I was joking, you know you are not capable.
Close the computer in custody, or is likely to break, your nice laptop with pictures of funny moments, sparkling, important. I never knew whether you like it or not flash, but you're really photogenic.
Why do not you believe me?
The deck! You were going to forget it again.
Get your handkerchiefs to wipe the tears suddenly. You say you do not cry? I doubt it.
What's that? An entire jar of pens bic strictly, strictly black.
And a stack of papers.
Right, love to write. Of course I remember. Do you think you do not take seriously enough?
When you stop to think about what I think and you begin to get a bit 'more seriously?
This time I'm not joking.
Get the blanket, all they want from a carry, wherever you go.
All that you can not do without it in there, are you sure?
The memories you have them crumpled in the empty spaces?
Come on, relive those sometimes with closed eyes before bed, because you fear that you cancel in time, what makes the immortal words that impress on paper.
A furious quarrel, the taste of snow, an unfair blow, a hug tightly, pride in yourself, the best kiss you have given and received.
And yet, the first time you climb on a stage, sweaty hands slipping on the keys of a piano, her voice a bit 'shaky singing into the microphone, a concert from dizziness, you who read a poem, a theme class, a story winner. Your sister was born just resting on your knees. You've loved before, since your mother said "it's a girl" loved her for 9 months.
Now close the box. You do not succeed? We believe, overflowing.
Wait, I'll help you.
I also brought a lock, the kind that you like so much, those who are "forever."
You close it and I'll keep the key. Not shelling those brown eyes.
will keep it until you come back, until you realize that you do not need all that you put in the box, if you have a blanket right to take with you.
I knew you'd left out.
Yes, you're right, big and small together, is soft, it is hot. is the only one that will never leave you.
Come on, take it and go. Turn around and go. Do not look
soprattuttto and so do not cry, you've promised.
No I can not come: I have not got your covered. You should stop
refuge in my arms when the world scares you.
Open your eyes, there is nothing to fear.
You can do it, Ports yourself with you.
