Limbs.

let's make a joke out of it.

and keep on going. what else can we do?

*

i been getting these insane little headaches. they start at the front of head and slowly fade away.

my right hands goes suddenly numb too.

home

it is a rainy day in this salty city. (home i suppose.)

waking up in my own bed this morning has never felt so bizarre. it is hard to assimilate the fact that i am back to the routine.

extracts from an unkept travel journal:

sweaty palms.

a rush of blood.

an uneasy stomach.

(...)

men in suit. they seem to be already familiar with this routine. i feel like a foreigner.

May 12, 2010

leaving Barcelona, heading towards London.

(...)

i don't mind grey skies and rainy days.

(...)

i stretch. take off my shoes. making myself comfortable. killing time.

collective transportation: the hundreds of us, defying gravity and heading to the same destination.

May 19, 2010

here i am. 23 years old. laying in a bunk bed. earl's court, London. the rest are fast asleep. it is a friday night and i would love to be in some pub getting wasted. but so much walking has drained me.

(...)

i want to fully experience this world. but not in this quick-speedy way. but with the calmness one acquires when knowing that it will be there tomorrow. that there is no need to hurry.

(...)

ridding a train to paris.

ridding trains: a collective movement. the invisible connection among us. a bit of communal frustration (vandalism). the shared experience of movement. and then dispersing. a diaspora.

(...)

my friends sleep. mouths slightly open. rhythmic breathing. inhale. exhale. the landscape roles in hues of greens and cloudless skies.

(...)

lolita remains unopened.

May 22, 2010

paris:

metro.

crowds.

sun bathing.

pigeons.

long walks.

a boy with an easy smile.

historic monuments.

a view.

(...)

current location: a bench situated in that park behind Sacre Coeur. Alex seems impatient waiting for me to finish writing. his fingers dance. twitch.

there's a slight breeze and singing birds.

May 24, 2010

last night in short-unclear text:

paris.

sitting down.

whiskey+coke.

jumping fences.

public intoxication.

the Seine.

walks.

parisian rats.

a boy with an easy smile.

May 25, 2010

it's been raining for 2 days and we are leaving tomorrow.

May 27, 2010

the unexpected spark.

May 29, 2010

and then my sporadic writing stopped.

i am not magical. so what?

boys II

after a weekend of being the only girl among boys. i learned a valuable lesson.

they are simple creatures motivated by simple things:

food

sex

weed

(in no particular order)

boys.

the same old story. being liked but not enough.