good things about madrid:

1 its got the Best Park in The World, the Retiro, and I live 100 meters away from it (300 feet?dont know why i still talk american after all that happened...) (its got a chrystal palaceAnd when you ride into it at 6 in the morning and the winter fog has come down it looks like a fairy tale ( Read more... )

i would sleep for 4 days and 33 hours

la kamikaze del cunnilingus

while in barcelona i had the inmense luck of catching an old friend of mine doing a guided tour of the John Cage exhibition at the contemporary art museum there. He usually does it as part of MACBA's program of activities for children, so he did it in a very entertaining way as we were the first group of adults exposed to him ( Read more... )

I think the 10 year old boy I live with is deeply confused by me, and is confusing me just as much in return. Today his little sister told me he wanted to let his hair grow long like mine, and even though it's really hard to read his feelings i sensed him blushing while staring at GTA Vice City Stories. I don't mean that he has any kind of romantic ( Read more... )

Then at lunch all the girls told horror stories. About Sol's sister getting beat up by her ex-boyfriend, then probably losing the trial this week and tons of money she can't afford because he is the son of a politician. About Sol herself covering her face with every imaginable accessory every time she took the train in Berlin, to avoid her ( Read more... )

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"Pobre paquita" fue el comentario de la madre de Patri, que nos acompañó a pedirle fotos y autógrafos a la salida del concierto, al verla ser recogida por un taxi, en vez de una limusina o al menos un coche con el organizador a bordo como otros artistas de más renombre que van al cuerno de Calatrava. "me da pena y todo". No me extraña por otra ( Read more... )

I recently feel like i have to write. It happened at a very specific moment - I was with E., and in one of the rare moments when we are not fucking like brainless beasts, in a long second of quietness when she was sitting on me in the front seat of her car, in a dark road in the rich neighborhoods where all her friends live, and I felt like I had ( Read more... )

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