After Rachel, once again, I took a break. That meant go summer vacation. Unlike the previous break, he had some absences and quiet. Every so often I thought about it for the absences. The tragedy is that the absence is never total. But Rachel would not be everywhere. Rachel disappear and go.
In summer people tend to be tourist version. Reminds me of the carnivals, where the rich are poor and the poor rich man and woman and man and woman and all, on the contrary, as rest of what I set monotonous, as a diversion from the news. There are guys in the rest of the year do not spend a penny more but in summer pay whatever they want without looking at the antics accompanying dollar sign. Is one who never sees his friends, but start the days off and want a birrita with the kids all the time. Is the parachute is pulled and the rest of the year has an ordered life, monotonous, predictable. They are also all those who want to do things to try, with the mental justification of being on vacation.
Summer was, then, tourists. Use that new things need. But since this is so. That is, from the unreal. Fantasy. I liked the game looks impossible love. I knew he would not find anything with these little games with the girl on a tour (if ahead, expected to be close, if I walked away without meaning to, I was the fool who watched the landscape, secretly waiting) but I enjoyed it. I like to think what it would be in bed, she looked so tortitaactiva. At some point in pretending to break the ice, when in fact it was only mold, but let it stay there. "Want me take a picture? It's a nice background. " Release version would have added a "well ... you too" or "you have done with more beautiful" or those corny to say but I hate being heavy artillery at the time of the conquest. In a move I can hear myself say those pelotudeces.
A couple in a restaurant looking for me. All the time. They had about 45 years or so. Imagine the situation: married young, the kids grew bored now always pick the same flesh. I amaze myself sometimes (even now), finding that the world is not timid that lifestyle I was taught in school and at home. After listening to stories, and try out a lot, I find that just have to see subtleties. Then imagine that the lady that had to be the partner masochist, look how he says better take that syrah merlot. And the guy was probably already with a man in a trio, of course, there one is more macho, I do for you my love, should tell the lady, lying to himself.
I came from a love quite possible. And the possibility the whole body ached. All around. The rest of the year I am driven by abstractions, I enjoy too much of reality as to despise all the time watching the shadows that reach the cave. impossible love ephemeral preferred to hold on to a single love for Angelina or Avril, papering my room with photos. Wallpaper, yes, my mind's fantasies, but they were papers of the day, short term biodegradable. I did not want to suffer more. Only for a while. So the approach to the tourists were forgotten, when the time would have done no carnival, repeating that phrase known worth more than permission apologize. Surely then, when the time to become one, would want to return to reality but sometimes is a yeguahijadeputa that has nothing to do with my plans. It always comes back to principles. And my principle is that it hurts if you have to hurt, but that makes me feel alive.
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