Findings
Throughout the day I find myself wanting different things. Now can you see why I find it difficult to be consistent?
Entries Tagged as 'Barcelona'
The many sounds of silence
While being sick and silent I could hear amazing things. It’s not revelations, but afterall I do inhabit an apartment in a resonating block of flats. Such as the rain, the water draining through the pipes, the doors, my neighbours’ TV, children, stomping, and piano. Yes, I am fortunate. I share my living quarters with a future virtuoso. How many of you can say the same?
Where to go
What to do.
Little signs for the odd day
When you wake up and your face looks like a Charlie Chaplin shoe, you obviously have no clue still. When you don’t manage to obtain coffee from the coffee machine because you have errr forgotten to add water previously, you have just messed with your coffee bathroom cycle. When you go for the new bathroom breakfast coffee cycle, it’s also because you have attempted to pour milk from an unsealed tetra pack. You have a full fledged breakfast. That in itself is a wonder, considering the numerous intermediary actions required in order to achieve such excellency. By now you have your eyes wide open, you brain starts to unravel. You consider writing a rant and posting it. You have your final confirmation, when you read the following spam “you have drank yourself to death and considered it”. Visionary! Where are the days of Viagra, Cialis and plain Nigerian scams? I ask.
Platonic dialogues of my own (he called me a salmon!)
Me: “So. How come you love me? I’m fat, I’m bald, I’m a terrible f*ck…”
Him: “That’s why bears like salmon. You fit all the criteria”
Perfect illustration for “Spring is for love”, as well as for many other things, probably
I don’t mind inexplicable things as long as they are nice. I have no idea why the bicycle stop needed that balloon. I was just having breakfast with my love.
Bottle of wine instead of night cap
I am ending one fulfilling day with a bottle of wine the colour of the water round the public library in the middle of that Barcelona park with sand instead of grass and green parrots instead of dogs.
Life is what happens in the meanwhile
What is the definition of good time? Not setting expectations prior to that. Enjoying simple moments like they were special, which makes them special moments. When time comes to move on and you review it, you are left wondering if you missed any opportunity, simply because none qualify.
Philosophical side-effects of making pretty
When I did what I did I had feared the process and ignored the consequences I am now reminded are without fail more ferocius. When one is already way in one’s thirties, one should trust common sense more and vanity less.
You are probably wondering what the heck is he talking again. Oh, well, I had my back waxed. Before too soon I was happy on my way, I had not reached my pain threshold and had my back as smooth as linoleum, ready for the cuddling weekend with my baby. But, damn those buttbabies making, since I am not living in a nudist colony I had to wear clothes. Despite calming balm and cotton t-shirts without inside labels… remember that Sex and City episode? it’s me! My back looks like a stellar map, only red. I have until Friday to make it go away. Oh, where is the Fairy Godmother when you need her him?
As for you kids, there is a life lesson in every waxing you take. You don’t believe me? then go read paragraph one again. Now, go play and be merry.
Night cap post with a little cola, a lot of whiskey, by comparison, and an unsent text message
I am going to bed and I wish I could take you with me. It would be the best, most beautiful place for us. Now.
I haven’t slept with anybody else and I have not kept anybody else in my arms because I missed you. I have just missed you. I am still missing you. I miss you.
Sometimes I am afraid I am telling you “I love you” like a mantra to protect us from my mistakes and my past loves. But then again, I think I don’t know what a mantra is, so I’ll leave the mantra business at that.
I haven’t said “I love you” to one person so many times in my life. And we have only been together for a couple of months. Every time I say it, it’s true. I am applying my policy of saying “I love you” whenever I feel like saying it and I have not managed to scare you away. Now you will be worried when I stop being so sweet. I love you.
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