One day I was on a bus, I was heading home and I saw him. I was feeling his energy. He had a bold head, big muscles, and tattoos on his face and his neck. He seemed really strong and I had this impression about a stone armor around him. He seemed to be a person who has survived something really hard. And maybe he was still fighting every day.But I saw something more than this. I felt something really sweat about him.I even imagined a life for him. In my imagination, He had a baby in his arms,his daughter. He was the best father she could have. He seemed a totally different person around her. His heart was open, he was full of love and joy. She was the most precious being in the world in his eyes.