Augusto

Augusto is comfort. The one you miss from the bottom of your heart. He has an easy smile and a good laugh, that contagious one, and appears calm even when everything seems lost, because he can show you the light you can't see (little does he know that, most of the time, he is that light) . If Augusto was rain, it would be one of those with thunder that doesn't scare, but rumbles from the bottom, complementing a light rain from those days when you just want to stay at home, under the blanket, looking out the window or watching a movie. Those cozy days. Augusto's kind, the kindest person you'll ever meet, without distinction from anyone else. He looks with his heart at everything and everyone, in a way so sweet it seems unbelievable. And he's beautiful, of course. That kind of beauty that overflows from the inside out, added to a unique charisma and authentic personality. It's that fun, friendly company that knows how to listen. But he also loves to be listened to, and in the midst of many jokes (perhaps in dubious humour) that can get out of there, when he gets carried away, it's a sight to watch him think. It's like you can see the gears working, you can feel how smart he is, curious and deep, paradoxically complex and simple at the same time. And suddenly It makes you feel happy to be there, living at the same time as this work of art. If you're lucky enough to meet an Augusto, you won't want to forget him.