The package of ‘bolachas maria’ , with shiny plastic and a not very appealing design, exudes childhood and that's why it already had a different glow. When touching it, the plastic is smooth, it has no roughness, but that is not what most calls my attention, while I have the package in my hand. It was the countless times I ate it, while it was small biscuits dipped in plain milk. What nostalgia! I decided to open the package, and take out a cookie. The letters and drawings that are pressed on each cookie bring recordings of a childhood so well lived! Finally, he decided to put the wafer in his mouth, I bit a piece and let it soften with the help of saliva, and another set of sensations came, this time sponsored by the taste. Regarding this one, it's not even exceptional but it brings so many flashbacks, that it suddenly becomes the best in the world just and only for the memories they communicate.

I follow a young man to the table in the back, near the cigarette machine. Happily,
for me there is a fan overhead so I won't take in the smell. The boy asks me what I drink and I kindly answer him “beer, please”. He nods in response and heads for the counter. I lean on the chair, in order to get a comfortable position and I start to observe my surroundings. Especially those two people at the counter… They look so accomplices from each other. However, I can say that I feel some tension from the
girl, or maybe she's shaken due to some situation, I don't know... The boy is
soaked and looks worried. She is anxious and doesn't seem to be with
the head in the same place where the body is. Behold, out of nowhere, I see the boy
get really close to the girl. Until…they kiss.
Oh, I have to admit they are extremely cute. I don't know the context of the situation
them, nor why they are in it. Nor why is he soaked. Or she is anxious. But what I have access to, which is just the view from the back table to the counter, which I would say is 5 metres, they are worthy of main characters of a movie.

It was the night before, hours before the big day. The day when seemingly nothing would change, because a marriage, in fact, happens on a daily basis. And not in just one fateful day. But of course something was going to change. Even if it was just the update of the role of the registry office from “single” to “married”. It was a peaceful night. Hot and with clear skies, very typical of summer... However, in that house everything seemed calm and without major noises, with the exception of the snoring of one of the members of the couple… Something that was anything but peaceful. The bride's head. It was a whirlwind of thoughts. A mixture of anxiety and longing... Anxiety, for what was to come. Will the dress fit? Will he be late? Does…? Countless of them. Nostalgia, for remembering everything that had to happen for the opportunity to exist from that long-awaited moment, but at the same time, so unpredictable until the moment of “yes, I accept” in the first moment, and in a second moment until… Nobody knows, because a marriage can last a lifetime or end in a matter of seconds. It is unpredictable. However, he has never been this happy in his life. For finally being able to tell the world, and not just the groom, a little of what she felt for him. Having the feeling that the future family. It started there that day. For being able to provide your family and yours, happiness from that moment. Around a day, that could be nothing and if it wasn't, it was also okay, but it was. And that's why it was important.