( or similar )...with the help of a simple... acoustic-guitar...my eyes... suddenly... found you... walking up the stairs...heading to the cafeteria...it was lunch-time...--- --- ---I couldn't afford to distract my thoughts too much...at that precise moment...otherwise I might have lost the right-chords of the song...but... still... in a fraction of a second...my mind captured your picture...walking up the stairs...you... certainly... did see me...and... discreetly... kept going your way...as nothing different had happened...--- --- ---but... I felt a little bit... ashamed of myself...I felt..." well... she saw me...doing this ( kind of )... weird thing...playing guitar...in a place...in a situation...which doesn t fit too well...with what people... normally do... here...at a time like this one "...but I had a good excuse ( to myself )...of my ( abnormal ) behavior...after all... I was simply...... doing my homework...after all...I was ( formally ) enrolled on my second-degree-bachelor...... I was enrolled on the music department...--- --- ---so... to me... I had this justification...which gave to my... ( unconscious ) mind... the excuse...the "self-authorization" to let myself act soout-of-the-normal-alignment...a self-permission... to be able to... ( finally )... express myself...singing songs... whose lyrics... were related to a lot of things...which were "stuck" inside me...so... technically... I wasn't doing anything wrong...if that ( imaginary ) "cop" asked me about my documents...about my permission...I would promptly tell him...that I was just doing my homework...( as everyone else does... sitting on those ( well-located )steps...)...--- --- ---actually... I wasn't doing anything wrong...I was at UH...sitting on the steps...sitting on a place...which is supposed to be a place of socialization......of relaxation...a place where it would welcome... anything civilized...and... playing the guitar was not an un-civilized thing...--- --- ---but... in spite of having all this "arsenal" ofjustifications to myself...( for doing what I was doing...)...even so...I felt a little bit awkward when I saw you passing by...and... in a very-good-manners-way...you kept walking normally...as nothing unusual was happening...--- --- ---maybe... my awkwardness towards your ( sudden ) presence...was due to the link... that my mind had made... ( at that time )...connecting you... to the figure of a "law"...a "law" where it points-the-finger towards anything that is unusual......that is eccentric......that goes a little-bit... beyond the conventional "rules"...in other words:...what was "shaking-my-head" at that time...was the figure of the concept of a "law"...I mean:...... of my father...my father and the "law"... were synonyms...(as opposed to my mother...)my mother and the freedom...my mother and the arts... were synonyms...--- --- ---coincidence or not... ( probably not )...my father had passed away a few months before myserenate-guitar-period...at the stairs of the cafeteria...my father passing away...took away with him...all the repressions that were still remaining...on my unconscious mind...from that point on...I could do things that otherwise...I wouldn t dare to do...( like... for instance...singing at the cafeteria's steps...during lunch time...... a time where the entire UH...passes through there...)--- --- ---my father had just passed away a few months before that"serenate" phase...but... during the previous three years...probably it was because of him...that I was trying to do my best... at the math department...NOT because I wanted to show him...how