Chicken Bhuna Recipe Easy

monologue

PHOTO: Santiago Carrasco

monologue

(2010)

(automatic writing )

was on my way from work, it was morning and I was stuck looking at red light, centered in the basin of my eyes. Do not want to think, was traveling slowly and reluctantly because he wanted to kill me and my nonsense. Life was heavy and I wanted to live but to make some changes. The c alle was sad and antennas roofs made me see sparks jumping into the sky. But the flashing light truck the garbage man guarding me look the other way and I forgot everything.

Plum, plam!, A e. bach It sucks, it seems to leave the womb, and take another bump I tell the driver that if you have the card in the raffle, but that's nonsense, people always say it would not be anything original, I'd better drill with the look and say idiotic, do not get bumpy!

and I still get scared. Últimamen I'm scared but I do not see it, I refuse, but last night I went to bed, I saw a black cave between the pillow and sheets. I was in the middle and as I collapsed inward (bang), but then I fell asleep.

However, I remember other times when I felt the same and could not sleep, then it was not a bounce, was pum-pum-pum-pummmm ...! I do not like, had to invent things to qu and not fuck me at night. Now I sleep soundly as I write I sleep.

How passing cars! Seem silly that cross rivers. I get to retirement, I do not feel like working, I go to the field and sit on the bank of a river, even if it rains, I do not, I continue, I belong to field and want to be with him. I always said I would end up living in the countryside, but I also like the city. I want it all. I stay in both places, why not? Capricious than you, girl ... (or not). I think this Christmas I will be playing the lottery and I can live in the countryside and the city, and I have no hassles what joy!

I will be playing the lottery, I know! I still sleeping.

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NOTE: Here is a presumption on my part. I will always defend this "written with heart and rewrites his head" in this case I skipped the second half and let me upload this internal monologue in the form of automatic writing, well, left out without more ado and dated in 2004. Just remember that I wanted to leave it as is and I never saw what I gave written or in any way. Today, I stumble across it on a tour of some word files. I also know that exercise was more than all those to which sometimes like to call the game. Maybe he wanted to hang here to tell myself, "girl, dreams are not always met, do not hit the lottery that year, at least not in the form of money. "

Thank y. ..

HAPPY YEAR 2011 TO ALL!

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