tenia tiempo sin escribir. y bueno, no he tenido tiempo para esto.
pero hoy fue un dia especial
llore, llore como mucho tiempo no lloraba. por estupideces, boludeces dirian aca.
llore por alguien, llore por atencion, llore por extrañar, llore.
luego surgio el mejor plan
ir a ver a liza minelli. oh si, liza minelly. free tickets.
que ibamos a hacer con free tickets! pues obvio, venderlos!
jajajajaja
noche de empanadas, cerveza y mani.
fue lo mas
fue la mejor noche en mucho tiempo, de esos planes improvisados.
a veces llorar no es malo, cuando vuelves a reirte dices para que lloraste tanto
obra
Hace 8 años
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y yo no fui, malditas :(
no olvidemos la extorsión. denme el resto del dinero o le paso el link de este blog a flora.
merca, mirá que te podemos extorsionar a vos!!
reich, estupenda improvisación.
flora encontró el blog solita!!
jaaaa
turras, ahora me invitan a una cena gratis
jajaja
ouch!! maldita internete.
o habrá sido mercadita? mmmh...
I could use a good cry.
Say, crying for two hours, barely making noise, shaking my chest and shoulders a bit.
By myself. A movie theater sounds just fine. Maybe El Patio, early in the afternoon.
A good crying needs no comforting friend or symphaty looks.
I have lots of crying pending. I rubbed my brother’ s ass while my aunt was giving the eulogy for my late father.
The man was there, gray in his coffin, and I got a kick out of playing the turrito. I really loved that man.
I cried for a second when my son emerged from his mother’s womb. The guy shitted the place all over, and I stopped crying to follow the nurse’s drill, he kept on yelling and shitting all over. My son is my kind of guy.
I once left a woman, and the day after I was late to a meeting, in a cab, working on my phone. I cried for a second, but I arrived and I payed and tipped the cabby and I swichted from sad to smile. Can’t remember who was waiting for me.
I do need to cry, but not in spanish. In spanish, crying is a blue, quiet, long, long, mourning. We all have a great grand mother who wore black for twenty years, keeping sorrow within.
I rather cry in english.Not a snobbish gesture. In english,you cry a river for the relief you get while you are at it. To put that thing out of you. To let it go.
I’ll figure out how to open the damn dam, and I’ll make some water and I will let it go.
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