Pentru ca in putinul timp in care am socializat astazi cu Marius (nu ca am socializa intens in general, asa) i-am sugerat sa puna un post si mi-a spus ca nu are timp, m-am gandit s-o fac eu pentru el. Nu de-alta, dar tocmai imi mentionase sa mai scriu si eu.
Getting in the mood: ascult "el cancion del dia"/cantecelul zilei (trecute), ma gandesc ca mi-as fi pus o bandana la cat, peste camasa alba cu guler, ma gandesc la bogatie, moral si plecari departe. So I'm closer to him. So, if I were him...
"Going back to me getting rich, richer, the richest, I realized today that, for sure, this is not the best way - not even a way. Getting up at 6 a.m. every morning does not make me better, richer or closer to the woman I should marry for the money. Meanwhile, morale is high.. encouranging.. or not quite. I'm tired and still in this world. I was waiting for the new other...still to come, so long waited.
I picture myself wondering around lovely streets, smiling at people that don't know/care who I am, but smile at me back. Quickly finding after-hours amateurs, going home when others get up or go back to work. Me again.. with the smile on my face. Me, the after-hour guy, but just in a different place, with different people and different others.
Look at me.. I understand, I just can't say it as I should. But I will... and then watch out. I will explain you "niste tarani". It deserves to be heard.. but you'll not understand. I don't care, I remembered, I laughed.
I will make it THE experience, the trip, the vacation... with sun, sea and Roger Sanchez. And my everything in..."
P.S. Ignore me in :)