25, 25 days. That’s too much, that’s too much!nn25, 25 days. That’s too much, that’s too much!nn25, until I get to see youn25, until I get to know if what we just started will have conquered backpacker girls with newly braided hair and Mano Chao recordsnIt will soon be 24. Oh!nYou’re so worth waiting fornn24, 24 days. Still too much, much too much.n24, 24 days. Half an hour done just writing this songn24, oh I see mouths movingn24, and I nod at what might be the right time to nodnYou and I hadn’t even met 24 days ago.nI must have been so low!nAnd I didn’t even know!nn23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 10 (because I slept for so long those days)n9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.nnI get a text from you, saying you’re off to Havanna airport as we speak.nI start brushing my teeth.nTen minutes later: “Sorry I mixd up d days :)”nYOU STUPID FUCKnYOU STUPID FUCKnYou stupid fuck, you need to come backnnOh.nnI’m at Arlanda airport with a famous flower in my hand waiting for you.nI see the doors opening, I see the passengers pouring out fresh like gingerbread cookies and wearing what appears to be new, funky hats, I see from a distance it’s someone I know well you’re approaching, I can see it, I take a step forward