I thought of making four sketches of girls, of trams and buses, their tickets, their expectations and then instead I saw poetry. Poetry of everyday life. Their gazes, gazes that think, that dream, linked to lives and stories, all through a gaze that cannot even be seen. This is the magic of art that takes you into unexpected territories, sometimes unwanted as in this case. Accidental and therefore beautiful. Each image is a different story but always travelling and waiting for something to happen, a message, a call, an oversight. Will he still be there waiting for me? Or am I doing the right thing? And again, what am I doing here? Nothing is decided or happened. We are in a limbo whose name is: I’m waiting for the bus, I’m sitting on the tram waiting to arrive, what do I do now? My drawings don’t give answers or ask questions and sometimes I wonder why I do them but, as in this case, it was nice to do them. All this can be magical, and this is the magic of drawings.