Las ciudades como los
sueños…
A belief in things not seen.
Can't concentrate up in here. cause of her. how she looked
at me and asked me about las mujeres in Boston, how she mentioned her breakup
abruptly, nervously, how she smiled when i gave her the cd, how she was excited
to see me again before i left...
I want to talk to her as much as if I were a damn crackhead
trying to get high. Fuck man, it hits me deep. and probably she feels none of
it, but obviously she feels it a little bit or else she wouldn't try so hard to
get me to visit, she wouldn't be talking about travelling with me, she wouldn't
be having beers with me, all this with me, the dude who wrote her crazy love
letters and started showing up to the coffeshop by her house like I had a
fucking job there ... fuck man, i need to chill, right? But why do I get the
feeling I need to not chill too, to act? ay que sé yo, esas chicas son fulaaaaa
coño.
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