THE ...::Streets::...

Today a mate was very depressed because he broke up with his girlfriend. I think I saw love in their eyes, and sometimes, being almost an adult without been already a canonical boyfriend it's kanda depressing. I'd be happy to share my time with someone. I've been lying to myself. I'm really getting depressed meanwhile writing because I realise that emotionally, these are the things that matter, I have the best friends I would ever want, they know that and so do I. But where have I been? I don't know.

By the time this bloke arrived to the Facultad, 11:30, he was almost done with a packet of cigars, there were three left. . . He listened to Johnny Cash the whole morning, and he was sad because it's obvious that he lose the grip of something he controlled, well, they controlled as a couple. Anyway, he actually had something to lose, if people get paired as the most natural act, they have something to share, the most minimal spice of soul, but there is something, even if this something is the bed, they have something in common. If I have had some meaningful part to use, I'd do it and I'd have met somebody already, but I bloody haven't!!!

To broke up with someone is very likely to have hungover. You know you are absolutely devasted, but below all this physical damaged structure you know that all the alcohol before the morning was good, and made you feel comfortable. The relationship made you feel drunk and when you are no more dancing with something in your veins that is not blood at all, there is this sadness but there was a time, you are absolutely sure there was some fun. Now what, I've never got a real hungover, the one of a maid, or the booze one.

To be self-taught in almost every aspect of life is very respectable, admirable even. But to learn by love from reading books is very fucking sad.

I'll dry my eyes, indeed. As I Hope, my friend does, but he has something to cry, I don't.

Hope is everything we need.

Para ti mi mate.

There's plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate .