dreams

There are many things happening… there is nothing happening.

I miss writing but somehow I dont do it often anymore.

Yesterday, I went to a theatre to see a play of Chejov .. Uncle Vania. In Russia they call Ivans Vania. Sounds funny for a spanish speaker, because for us Vania is a girls name.

Anyway, I went with Kings, he is always there for anything I want to do and I am very mean to him sometimes, I dont know why. We went, it was dark, we didnt know the way but we ended up in a underground theatre in which the ticket window was attended by and old man that reminded me of Tostoy. Yes, it was a very bizzarre and unique night.

The play started. Kings and I were closed and somehow I felt nice.

I felt those kind of butterflies with his touch. We spent a nice time.

After the play, we walked to the metro station. I came back home to finish my book of Milan Kundera … 

yes, that book that my ex turkish lover used to talk about. I finished it.

I slept, after drinking those pills that will make me lose weight, and that the only thing that they seems to do is to make me scared of pooing my pants. 

I dreamt … I dreamt… I was playing with the little baby girl of my friend Dada. The creature is not even a one year-old, but I was with her (Even if she is in Istanbul). I was speaking to the baby in Spanish and somehow the baby knew some spanish words … it was very nice the time with the baby girl.

Then I was in my house, worried because I was not going to show up for a Law exam that I needed to past in order to graduate from College … then in the parking lot or somewhere outside my flat I saw him … it was Todd … but it wasnt him anymore.  This man was blond, and I think this man looks a bit like an Asian guy and was very tall.

But I knew it was Todd, I ran to stop him for leaving… and when then, face to face…

and yes, that all, he was still keeping an eye on me ..

I woke up happy …