Last night I had a dream
and last night it was summer, oh summer
terrible,
for an evil dream.
No songs reflecting difficult summers. Except this Silvio, of course. Most remember in Castilian often festive and vulgar. His chronic heat will not accompanied by things such as reflection. Actually any season. But it is as if the summer had been founded with strict hedonistic purposes. Alsogaray imagine anyone saying something like 'you have to spend the summer'?
And the issue is that it was easier to spend the winter. I do not know how much is real in the figures and statistics that make the unemployment, the 'strike' as they call it here, is at the highest levels of the last ten years. All I know is that all projects started from the back of Buenos Aires simultaneously collapsed within days. The newspapers for which he wrote left to pay and ask for more notes. The restaurant where bossa nova played on weekends with a cellist friend of musicians changed as thin, elastic sheath contraceptive (as defined by the RAE what one knows rather as a 'shell') and without warning. The award took him to the exhibition hall where she worked. Closed for the summer, also without notice, for 'lack of budget. "
And the company that contracted me I moved into a private museum dedicated to a Catalan painter whose name I do not remember. There I paid thirty percent less than what I did before. To tell people where the bathroom and forbid to take pictures. Sometimes I fantasize about what it would be if the painter in question, a man famously left-wing and Republican, to wake up and see what they have done on their behalf with great profit. The number of resumes that I sent to escape the cave will touch a hundred. The interviews do not exceed the fingers of the deft hand with which I write. The precarious conditions of the offers are quantitatively insulting. Will my slump that makes me think that not many people in this country who wants to work to emancipate university before thirty years?
For now, Mikele is convinced that I'm obsessed with the ephemeral and volatile things. My background gives me the right property. In less than two months, for various reasons that need not be published, lived in three different neighborhoods and apartments. And, apparently, I must continue yirando. Raval Sants and temporarily returned from a month ago in the Eixample. The term 'stability' is more suitable for some piece of literature of science fiction. You must return one of these days postmodern. Even for me not so much bad blood.
Mikel was right. In Rainbows is a great album. The songs that I like I look like a mature and adult blend the best of Pearl Jam. I talked awhile with Mikel the gmail chat. Go to Potosi on his journey through semi-plagiarism Motorcycle Diaries, though he insists he did not like that movie. 'Pure propaganda', he always says, very angry. I still do not quite know what. I miss Mike. And his followers too.
You see, the news report is not to throw butter at the ceiling, as we were * Bad * used. 'And the city now is like a plane / of my humiliations and failures', although instead of tangos have Radiohead in the background. Rereading old autobiographical think how fast the disappointments caused Barcelona to stop being a beautiful city exclusively. Some might say that the idea to reality is a stretch runs very painful one will allude to the considerable and things got considerably more difficult in recent months. On which are primary causes of course in people not born here.
For there eyes look out LSLS . Trouble sleeping in my warm arms. In parallel, both devote free time of summer reading famous French. And along the coast in this humid region. In the evening after work, go swimming to the sports center in her neighborhood. And now even gave us for taking the bicing . The Government will grant the award for most healthy and ecological groups in the region. Hoisted a list of phrases with which the rest of society ruthless and disproportionate attacks us. Among the most aberrant appear 'to go away to a hotel', 'you do not get bored never', 'You are the same', 'get out of Paris',' stop touching their genitals in public. " Apparently, neither the crisis proclaimed by the Minister of Economy and the list of grievances have changed our behavior too much.
But I'm angry. It is a tantrum, do not give me much ball. Since I just happen.
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