Te super amo guay

malibu gas station

homesickness

Estar a 1748.83 km de mi casa es todo una prueba de resistencia.Es como correr los cien metros lisos o hacer el nado a mariposa.Quiero mi codigo postal de vuelta por un rato, y mi telefono, y el nombre de mi calle y mi barrio.Aunque puedo admitir que nosotros estamos unidos como una liga elastica que se estira al infinito y jamas se rompe. Y te extranio tanto es una de las pocas verdades universales que existen che,

I don't care I really I dont.I can remove you from my life throw you out like last year's calender.

So you want another woman, so fine.I'll start with the refrigerator, remove your peanut butter, your hot sauce, that stupid stuff you put on steak, and the last piece of cake I made for your birthday I'll put them, no I'll throw them I will smash them to smithereens in the garbage can.I'll go through the closet, grab that shirt of yours that I used to wear in the garden the sock you forgot in the corner, wad them up, tear them up, shred them up, take them into the street and drive my car over them.I'll take every card you ever gave me not read those dumb sappy lies anymore about how you'll love me forever, burn them up pulverize them into cat litter.I can do it with my eyes closed.I'll get that picture from the living room that you bought at the flea market and rip it up.I'll yank clothes that you liked me to wear off their hangers, go to Goodwill, go to hell.Give them to her, the new woman, but as you say, she's so much smaller than I.Who gives a shit? I sure don't.

I'll get all my cleaning supplies scrub the whole house get your prints off.Take a hot bath, no a scalding one, get your prints off me, cut my hair, paint my fingernails.You always hated that wear the big earrings you said are flashy, and lost of perfume that made you sneeze, get your smug scumsucking voice off my answering machine, not forward your mail, return it to sender, tell them you died.

I'll do these things.I really  will.I don't care, really I don't.

Distancia

Por favor yo te prometo te escribire si es que para de llover.Por que me tratas tan bien me tratas tan mal sabes que no aprendi a vivir, a veces estoy tan bien estoy tan down calambres en el alma.Cada cual tiene un trip en el bocho dificil que lleguemos a ponernos deacuerdo.

Ausencia de catarsis.

-Perdon es que ultimamente me da por recordarlo todo
-Vente mejor vamos a tomar un taxi

Nadie sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo empaca.

Ramon se fue a Brasil.Fue mi maestro de yoga por dos semanas y el siempre me ensenio a meditar en la maniana antes de que el sol saliera.Hoy es su cumpleanios, perdi la cuenta de cuantos cumple pero eso no tiene importancia.Feliz aniversario Ramon  que sue vida seja repleta de alegrias MUITO OBRIGADA E NAMASTE.

Yo solo he querido una cosa en mi vida: estar en otro lugar.