Fiorella

Even in the mountains...

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 02:29:02 GMT

I FUCKING LOVE THIS BITCH!

Tue, 20 Nov 2007 21:34:24 GMT

My lower lip hurts.
PAIN.

Tonight: Theater. A play in a basement, to which I have no idea how to get there.
Tomorrow: Class, all day. Afterwards, To the Rio with Anita to enjoy the sunset.
Thursday: Passport Finally done?
Friday: Sailing
Weekend: study for finals
Monday: Estancia in the countryside with horses and gauchos.

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 00:46:20 GMT

Its so calm and quiet.

I love it.

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 19:43:15 GMT

There is a blind man on the train.
He is always on there when I take it, and he plays the guitar.

He makes me sad.
When he sings, you can hear the sadness coming out. His flamenco voice is so beautiful.

He walks the cabins, tells his story, sings, and waits.
He stands there with his cup.
He waits.

God bless you, he whispers, as a man gives him 10 cents.

The irony, as he waits, no one ever looks him in the face.

Tue, 04 Sep 2007 02:09:32 GMT

I get up. Drink coffee.

get ready.

I get on the 150 to Retiro.
   Early.    Great.    I wait.
Train arrives, I get in line. I feel uneasy.
    Is this the right train?

Hey old man next to me, is this the train to La Lucila?
    You seem like the type that never takes the train, the old man responds.
       How is that?
    You didn't really get in line, you stood off to the side. It gave you away.

       Fuck.
I really tried you know, to fit in.

Oh well,
          maybe next time.

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 03:45:48 GMT

Mon, 03 Sep 2007 03:28:28 GMT

All systems go.