It's Saturday, the first morning in Rome, waking up in the eternal city should be nice, something special, however I continue to be fooled by the harshness of his speech, it has come to hurt like a kind of poisonous expletives. I sit on the couch and study the suite, I see no sign of him. Then I understand that he is on the balcony having breakfast; Like other days, today I do not want to see him, to hold his eyes in mine continuing with the rejection that is tacit in the deep blue sky, it is a