Nothing can be damaged! Night and day are beginning
again!
So away the book,
you kept the flowers to give to someone:
only colossal white foam of the street has some
importance
new white flowers starting to bloom now.
-John Ashbery-
ended December wrong, end of an odd and rare ambivalent, with too many emotions that fit the love, pain and disease. Dec. slam ended without answers and with a bad drunken rage and tears for a party to be held elsewhere.
Madrid ended December with snowy Christmas card. Continued snowing in January and followed the life and letting me drag it in order not to succumb again to the heartbreak. In mid-January desired and feared another turn. You never know if things come at a better or the worst. When they come and go. Came the call from the opposition and four months of study and uncertainty ahead. I forgot my wounds and I concentrated on what I had to do. Searching for information, despair over white subjects, the hours between notes, the same day.
But there was time for snacks in between Sunday elongated to dinner for a birthday party in style, for nights of vodka and sprite of "Double Indemnity" to "Lust" for Facebook games , for some stories and a few pictures. Continued medical consultations, meetings of Bremen, book presentations, exhibitions, social gatherings on Thursday, Ink Thief, Federica House, the White Dove. Lentils, paella, cheese and pie, lasagna, risottos. Friends. Emotions. The mind just in the future.
Then came May, and passed the exam. Life continued and became the summer. Came the world and plans. Outside the fears and longings in a concert that was an exorcism of laughter and dancing, an elegant victory forever with absolute certainty that the defeat was profit. And an unexpected trip to Prague, magical and happy parentheses. After that it is the sea of \u200b\u200bmy summers and a spa weekend August August manchego. More tests and an end of summer party and rock. With the storms came the fall. With the cold, life in order. The past behind, this calm, the future surprise.
This Christmas I went back to tradition: the Nativity and the end of the year by the sea, with the chosen family of friends. I won the lottery but the bass drum for a permanent position in a job I like. 2010 ends with a concert - this truth - the apotheosis of music, dance, joy and kisses, with that contagious euphoria which occurs only rarely.
ask By 2011 health, encouragement and inspiration and still surrounded by such good people able to draw a smile on my lips and my soul. Twelve months to go in now, at this point, anything is possible.
HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone s from no man's land because it is yours, from this rest area where I hope to see 2011.
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