My Sunday...

I am having a great Sunday. I am at my best friend's home. She is talking with her boyfriend. I'm showing her some videos in Youtube.

I had a pleasant day. We were at the park chatting and laughing and talking about serious stuff, the kind of stuff we did not think by the time we met, when we were 11 or 12 years old.

Now everything is different. She's got a boyfriend. A life. She's studying law. I'm studying comunication. She wants to dance. I want to be a writer, or a screenplayer, or something like that.

The dreams... the dreams... the dreams. When we were children we wanted to eat the World. Now we still do, but we are seriously thinking how is it gonna happen?

I think what I just wrote has no meaning. Or it is really bad written. But I thought it that way and it makes sense to me.

I just realized my Jane Doe friend -whose real name is T- has become important. I told my best friend about her. I even write my blog in English so she can read it. She is important. "Ella es importante".

Well JT, I hope you're ok. I just read the water part. Amazing how solid bodies can have so much water.

Nature is amazing. It is so beautiful, and it has the temptation of being wrong. Wrong is sometimes beautiful. And, is it really wrong?

I am talking nonsenses. I need a cigarette.

I love tattoos. I may have one someday. I just have so much things to do in life... Damn time, I don't know if I can ever do them all.

My friend is still talking with her boyfriend on the phone. But I'm done writting this post.

Cheers.