The neighbor
In November he moved to the next floor. Half-bodied, cold eyes and few words passed unnoticed wherever they travel.
That move was response at the end of a complex and ultimately left a huge load of frustration and misogyny in it. Willing to hate until the end of their days any woman who is put forward.
Especially those two neighbors hated so cute and independent. That do not bear their lives without restrictions.
At night, on his bed sheets gray eyes on this golden lamp model 60's, figured in the neighboring house of partners to make them humiliated beings incapable of making decisions, unable to lift look much less voice. If he could hide beneath the thousand layers of fabric to be filthy.
These thoughts I plunged into a shallow sleep and no repair that slowly consumed him
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Restaurant Staff Uniform
4 years
four years to continue a novel, just outlined, I fear there are many. The idea here is to see the remnants of the various characters, to incorporate new and write.
petty characters are needed ...
action is needed ...
are needed daily miseries ... Jaume
four years to continue a novel, just outlined, I fear there are many. The idea here is to see the remnants of the various characters, to incorporate new and write.
petty characters are needed ...
action is needed ...
are needed daily miseries ... Jaume
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Homemade Dirtbike Cakes
intended to end the script, so it was important to finish. Needed to be creative. But he realized that more needed to start to finish, because that phrase was all that had so far. He wore a week there looking at that sentence.
While the rooftop terrace Clara was doing well, that in that wonderful city attic open to the Mediterranean and the world, modern and light gave him the strength he needed to create their designs. A graphic design Clara had allowed him to escape the office and the routine of that horrible press and also able to unleash their creative side, that we all have and that James had not identified. Because
have it had it but it was precisely where he insisted on searching. Clara was very clear, James was an artist, but with his hands and in his workshop. Down there for a week was a beauty industry ready to be restored and become a piece worthy of a museum but in this case could be used and enjoyed as I would like the sculptors. That bike screaming for Jaume.
could be so happy at the workshop that had mounted a small but very comfortable and cozy. Where had their photos and trophies, to the little cup that came out of a plastic egg that made that trip to the five "fantastic and him." But James was not able to see when their hands worked on those engines, he stepped onto the platform to work with any comfort, people stopped to look.
What's The Real Name For The Pinkie
Workshop
was sitting having coffee. The day was warm and sunny but the sea reflected like a mirror. If it was not January, and Tuesday thirteen, I would have bathed, but I settled for a deep breath and sit down and read the newspaper while drinking coffee. That
terrace I had taken many months of kicking Barcelona, when I reached the city did not know, but if I knew what I wanted it. Now sitting here has been the best decision of my life. This penthouse has given me peace and has restored my ability to dream, I lost thanks to Paul.
Paul was a man I met two years before moving to Barcelona. He was tall, dark green eyes to what your normal is transformed into an interesting presence. But to me what I liked almost become an obsession, it was his lips. It was a perfect pink, fleshy, sensual greatly from the first day I saw the wanted. Paul was a man funny, smart and tireless in their dreams and their conversations, would spend hours and hours talking, laughing, sharing music and stories, we were happy together. Until it was a panic attack, then to the silence and sadness I chewed.
Through their eyes and their stories began to love Barcelona, I began to drown in the center, away from the sea that much missed. So I decided to look for work there, in this modern, Mediterranean and world and the future. He would teach Catalan, which was the single biggest obstacle to getting a job there. If it were not for language, had been in Barcelona in the second period intermission, as I call it now. Were only three months, but in the third sadness embedded in the soul, and it took me a month after he returned to make it disappear. But 17 days after he left that sadness again and again, but now it was as if an old friend again, someone who ultimately betrays you do not, or you lie.
From that day once again forgot that we were right for each other, he forgot that nobody in the world and I love him, that day I decided I would touch the sky, with or without him. And one way of playing is at sea, the Mediterranean Sea I was born, in which I was happy as I have not to be. Dreams without breaking the happiness that they never recovered and always pursued.
That spring, the illusion became part of my life, because this time he hoped that Paul would disappear, I knew him very well. This time, having apologized for the former and swearing and swearing he would never let me down, to sink into his fears, he did. But this time I tried to stop him, but I held no sting me, trying once again to save him from himself, trying to trust, but Paul was on his way to his fear.
I could not help and hung up the phone, is now felt I released a weight, did not have to wait and see if he endured to our meeting or not. Because I had already gone, this time it was me.
But he called, with his sweet voice, and hear almost forgot that he was leaving. But he was aggressive, uncompromising, ready to surrender without a doubt. And called and called and decided I should put an end to this suffering, he would not tell me he loved me as I wanted, but could move forward without him, knowing with certainty that no longer wanted to share with me anything.
And so, Paul tried to blame me for his decision, but at that point I knew him better than myself. It was like clockwork. So this time, do not shut up I said and hung up the phone again. It's something I hate, but it was the third time I did not want to hear lies. And I also wanted him to govern as they please. This time I'm going to stop trampling, as if he were perfect, no, especially not going to let him go thinking he had misled me.
And he called again. But had no response. I had already gone. She cried, but I could not grind them, who tried to humiliate me. No, I had already made a decision long before he realized he no longer wanted a relationship with me.
a relationship! If not We had nothing, but for him, it seemed. Yes, he played to have a relationship ...
Paul took the envelope and looked at a shudder through her body. Mar had written. Still remembered it, that thought upset him. He had thought much about it, especially in the damage they have done it again. I had thought to call it, in writing, but he was ashamed. Now I had a letter from her hands. He opened it and read it, her tears wet the paper. Ocean was a woman with more capacity for love he had known.
He lay on the couch, from the terrace we could hear the whisper of the sea. Weekends and free days was to her apartment on the coast. There he filled his lungs with air and snuff as he listened to his music and the sea that she so loved and missed.
When the morning was given his long walk, barefoot, he felt rejuvenated yet be old, sadness or bad luck in love as he said, had sometimes abandon and passion for good food made the rest. The snuff and a few kilos of most are a combination that takes years, not because you die before that also, but because you're not strong enough.
"Coffee with milk, when you can Jaume. Thanks. Phew silicone rather go on. Paul laughed with James as they watched on television artificial woman. At that time he noticed the woman who had taken a black coffee, while reading the newspaper.
had raised his eyes to the TV to see what the two men produced such glee. Paul was loved and raised his eyebrows and lips twisted slightly. Then he smiled slightly.
She was slim, tall, red hair and seemed to be used to isolate amid the noise. Reading the newspaper while drinking coffee and her hair was bound by the sunglasses. His hands were long fingers and legs also appeared. Paul was passing thorough review.
sign Jaume asked if he knew, he indicated it was the first time he saw her. That
critical and talkative man seemed interesting but did not dare to look towards that corner of the bar. Who knows maybe it would be interesting to go back to that bar, Mar.
was sitting having coffee. The day was warm and sunny but the sea reflected like a mirror. If it was not January, and Tuesday thirteen, I would have bathed, but I settled for a deep breath and sit down and read the newspaper while drinking coffee. That
terrace I had taken many months of kicking Barcelona, when I reached the city did not know, but if I knew what I wanted it. Now sitting here has been the best decision of my life. This penthouse has given me peace and has restored my ability to dream, I lost thanks to Paul.
Paul was a man I met two years before moving to Barcelona. He was tall, dark green eyes to what your normal is transformed into an interesting presence. But to me what I liked almost become an obsession, it was his lips. It was a perfect pink, fleshy, sensual greatly from the first day I saw the wanted. Paul was a man funny, smart and tireless in their dreams and their conversations, would spend hours and hours talking, laughing, sharing music and stories, we were happy together. Until it was a panic attack, then to the silence and sadness I chewed.
Through their eyes and their stories began to love Barcelona, I began to drown in the center, away from the sea that much missed. So I decided to look for work there, in this modern, Mediterranean and world and the future. He would teach Catalan, which was the single biggest obstacle to getting a job there. If it were not for language, had been in Barcelona in the second period intermission, as I call it now. Were only three months, but in the third sadness embedded in the soul, and it took me a month after he returned to make it disappear. But 17 days after he left that sadness again and again, but now it was as if an old friend again, someone who ultimately betrays you do not, or you lie.
From that day once again forgot that we were right for each other, he forgot that nobody in the world and I love him, that day I decided I would touch the sky, with or without him. And one way of playing is at sea, the Mediterranean Sea I was born, in which I was happy as I have not to be. Dreams without breaking the happiness that they never recovered and always pursued.
That spring, the illusion became part of my life, because this time he hoped that Paul would disappear, I knew him very well. This time, having apologized for the former and swearing and swearing he would never let me down, to sink into his fears, he did. But this time I tried to stop him, but I held no sting me, trying once again to save him from himself, trying to trust, but Paul was on his way to his fear.
I could not help and hung up the phone, is now felt I released a weight, did not have to wait and see if he endured to our meeting or not. Because I had already gone, this time it was me.
But he called, with his sweet voice, and hear almost forgot that he was leaving. But he was aggressive, uncompromising, ready to surrender without a doubt. And called and called and decided I should put an end to this suffering, he would not tell me he loved me as I wanted, but could move forward without him, knowing with certainty that no longer wanted to share with me anything.
And so, Paul tried to blame me for his decision, but at that point I knew him better than myself. It was like clockwork. So this time, do not shut up I said and hung up the phone again. It's something I hate, but it was the third time I did not want to hear lies. And I also wanted him to govern as they please. This time I'm going to stop trampling, as if he were perfect, no, especially not going to let him go thinking he had misled me.
And he called again. But had no response. I had already gone. She cried, but I could not grind them, who tried to humiliate me. No, I had already made a decision long before he realized he no longer wanted a relationship with me.
a relationship! If not We had nothing, but for him, it seemed. Yes, he played to have a relationship ...
Paul took the envelope and looked at a shudder through her body. Mar had written. Still remembered it, that thought upset him. He had thought much about it, especially in the damage they have done it again. I had thought to call it, in writing, but he was ashamed. Now I had a letter from her hands. He opened it and read it, her tears wet the paper. Ocean was a woman with more capacity for love he had known.
He lay on the couch, from the terrace we could hear the whisper of the sea. Weekends and free days was to her apartment on the coast. There he filled his lungs with air and snuff as he listened to his music and the sea that she so loved and missed.
When the morning was given his long walk, barefoot, he felt rejuvenated yet be old, sadness or bad luck in love as he said, had sometimes abandon and passion for good food made the rest. The snuff and a few kilos of most are a combination that takes years, not because you die before that also, but because you're not strong enough.
"Coffee with milk, when you can Jaume. Thanks. Phew silicone rather go on. Paul laughed with James as they watched on television artificial woman. At that time he noticed the woman who had taken a black coffee, while reading the newspaper.
had raised his eyes to the TV to see what the two men produced such glee. Paul was loved and raised his eyebrows and lips twisted slightly. Then he smiled slightly.
She was slim, tall, red hair and seemed to be used to isolate amid the noise. Reading the newspaper while drinking coffee and her hair was bound by the sunglasses. His hands were long fingers and legs also appeared. Paul was passing thorough review.
sign Jaume asked if he knew, he indicated it was the first time he saw her. That
critical and talkative man seemed interesting but did not dare to look towards that corner of the bar. Who knows maybe it would be interesting to go back to that bar, Mar.
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