sometimes not really to write, but I feel need to. It's a strange situation, much like when you have something to say to someone but do not know how. Telling a person, ours does not work and all these stories, you created a lump in the throat, the knot well sometimes goes from the throat to the lungs, trouble breathing
Every day I find myself with people who go on the subway is like a giant book characters, the Bible in the world of strange characters. I guess if Tolkien had taken the metro in Madrid a couple of times, the Lord of the Rings would have been quite another thing, I assume that instead of eleven hours of movies, would have left a hundred hours. And you learn more by looking at the eyes of people traveling by subway, which in three years of social studies at school. Did you ever wondered how many things you have forgotten everything you had in school?
Again I arrived late to work, this time one hour. A little red eyes but no one believes it is the shampoo that irritates me (milongas). Everyone assumed that I left the party ... logical.
I'll talk alone. Then I come.
The other day I laughed at myself. You should be. Everyone should do it more often. I consider myself a hero, a hero of a cartoon world, misunderstood, like those super heroes who get up on roof because no one understands.
Wednesday night, but not very late night, had been with a girl, a pretty girl, pretty universal. Everyone would think it was a pretty girl, I guess. With a universal pretty girl does not matter how you act or what you do, sooner or later I look like or be clumsy or what, but something will look like. Floor master these situations but I recognize that it is sometimes difficult. You see, I'm the guy, more or less, and was walking with her Fuencarral street. She was looking for an ATM when you cross a girl overly attractive. Spectacular. Spectacular universal. There are girls who do not know how but you have to look at, is like going down the street and you run into Napoleon Bonaparte seized the hand of Adolf Hitler, you have to look! (In this couple we know who ... who would not say anything.)
For it is the same. I'll be honest, but I'll be honest for me and all the guys, men of the world. All the guys in this fucking world to look at the girls ass. Do not kid yourself or not fool anyone, if we look at them and think that girl has ass. Good, bad, I like, wow, my mother, half and half ... you look!
The only difference is the amount of items that you can watch, that is, guys will look at all the asses of the world and that is necessary and annoying for girls, for your girl or girl girl, that is, annoying (which sucks). But no one can say that has not ever watched an ass, is instinctive. There has to be bad, you can look at a window, a sports car, or exotic breed dog. "You cross the street without looking? No. As an ass like the only thing is do not bother anyone, that is the girl's ass should not feel look, and if you go with people, you should not feel offended. But of course, do not have to compare or anything like that, only you look and point. Again I
fuencarral, street. The girl who crosses is dark, tall, very thin, tight pants, black, big sunglasses, of course. As I wear my sunglasses, I can see without problem, also, the girl with whom I was not even my mother or my sister or my lover and my girlfriend. I'm free, I love this kind of freedom. An ass you look between four and six seconds. Thus, period. They are universal standards, the longer it is chutzpah and less time do not see anything. One, two, three, four ...
I watched maybe a second more, my glasses protect me, no one sees me, look, look and in an unguarded moment ... zassssSSS! My knee is hit with those fucking murderer iron pins that the mayor has decided to put everywhere. Damn! Paint the fuck these pins everywhere! Why do not people park? Put landmines if that, dammit! Or go electrified!
One day I heard the blind say that they, the blind, the broken eggs and is called that, it should be bad blood to put those iron everywhere. Luckily, nobody saw me one shred the entire piece was left of my knee and now my situation was, walking fuencarral, street, with a pretty girl universal, but lame. These lame disguise is laughable (if you feel sorry ... laughter is so). Do not know if dancing or what, luckily fuencarral street is full of rare and modern, and queer and macho, and bangs, and move as you go dancing, go unnoticed. You can even "hum" a song by the Strokes and are one more. Gradually the pain and it goes back to being a normal person ... With all these problems typically happen when you stay with someone you like. The wind hits you and leaves you hair like you're Jim Carrey in any of his films. You look at a reflection of a crystal (a Caja Madrid, which are the most reflected) and think, damn I look bald on top ... and lame.
you go through a lot with a pretty universal. Your mother called to ask if you've eaten well and that these (I'm good mama!, I'm good! I'm actually a girl !!...) never crosses your old friends when you go with a pretty girl or with your ex-girlfriend, or with that fucking professor career hated so much. Do not see the pretty universal.
That if you hold a universal gal you ever get drunk, sit on the floor at the exit of penta (a fresh air to breathe) and greets you salamanca your uncle, your ex-girlfriend with her new boyfriend Bob, your neighbor Apparel fine and that teacher you had in BUP (as I miss the BUP!) watching as saying "if I knew I would end well." We
wines and returned to Toledo by car, be late, in fact it was late, but in my life which is why it is late and soon, is quite mixed. What time is it? (Set it to comment, the time that I read) ... talk to you, yeah.
and of course she looks at me, I tremble.
Two in the morning, dark night, I'm in a car. Drive it, I at his side. Going fast, maybe 160, do not know because when you go with a pretty girl universal, if you look at the speedometer you afraid that she thinks you're squeamish. Then do not look, I'm brave but I did not comment, do not say: "have you seen? I do not watch the speedometer because I am brave. "
Music Cat Power I recall, something quiet, very trip ... Pulp Fiction. My hand on your leg, gentle touching, without any intention, they are just linking strokes. Ten inches of my hand, a steering wheel, a bad thought tells me to pull that wheel is to die, or turn your life completely. Ten inches and the opposite desire, a journey, tickle ...
Two opposite ways, one is the end, another may be the beginning. Curious that are so close. I play with those things you never have to play, look at my hand, look at the wheel and guess a jerk. I look at my hand ... Just look at his waist is a game of imagination ... just that.
My hand does not even go to one or the other, this quiet, well, rest moving slowly. No desire, no end.
We reached our destination. Toledo is a ghost any day lost at that time. Do not say you feel when you go to Toledo and is deserted. You get the feeling that just around one of those old streets dulcinea you may get a horse or a guy in three hundred years ago. But as I said, can not explain the feeling. Toledo is so magical night!
Another night but that hardly sleep. Want a person is a dangerous game. If it goes wrong, we spend too bad, but you learn a lot, you end up learning that life gives you what you have to give. Get someone que te gusta, es una sensación especial. Pienso que el sexo puede ser maravilloso, puede ser un antidepresivo, un placebo que cura, un ejercicio de felicidad, o alegría. Pero noto mucha diferencia de hacerlo por eso o mezclarlo con “quiero hacerte sentir…” ese punto de deseo que te sientas bien es lo que mas me gusta.
Mi noche termino así.
Me desperté mas contento, nos despertamos mas contentos. Cansados de no dormir, y curiosamente hicimos de esa noche algo parecido a un sueño. Nunca se si se repetirá o no. Pero es mi base, las cosas no se buscan vienen a ti. Me encantaría repetirlo. A veces te sientes con ganas de dar amor y cariño a la gente y contagiar tu felicidad. Estoy así. I like that.
do not know who invented that day is night and day, day and night. I have them so mixed that for me the day has a single part with minute pause. I'm not sure that all hours are equal. As a child I wondered when I ran the damn cooper test, twelve minutes if those twelve minutes there were two hundred.
I'm back.
to me this world is killing me, laughing. I like reading the newspaper people in the metro and if I notice that bothers you, I do it with more blatant. I like it. Today I read something like an old lady says, she says, that Pope John Paul II (I want the whole world) Parkinson's cured and that is one of his miracles to his sanctification. Mariloli touch your balls! Now it turns out that Parkinson's cured. If the doctors are worthless. But that world is this. It turns out that millions still an ideology, a religion that says that his father cure Parkinson's. So that no more. Pope to miracles. Well, you could have walked over to Africa, there could overeat to make miracles. Malaria, AIDS, leprosy and Parkinson's all you want. Then
me crazy.
The most hypocritical society, religions, buy your fear and give you solutions. Tremendous. The pope does miracles. To take in the ass all science. Years and years studying and it turns out that the pope does miracles. Take cherries the turkey say to my land ...
why we are so stupid?
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