Everything would be much easier if it were not so sensitive to small events. Never before, since I got home I was worried about the rooms that were not mine, much less whether they had or not lock. The foot that hurts so bad, is turning me into an observer end, so to speak in a meticulously detailed. In watches, both marking the time of Madrid, as in the mark when Buenos Aires, the second hands seem to sync and move simultaneously. A second here, another second there so far and so close.
I can not stop eating the sandwuich of ham and it takes me eating a large orange juice. Quote me vomit stopped eating and chewing. My thinness never worried me or at times I could eat much fat. I wonder, wonder, where they have hidden the keys to the doors. If not look for the find.
Back in my room I see a tremendous blow on the foot with a chair that is paired with which, in the hall, decorate the dresser that matches the mirror Louis XV. It hurts me so that I can not fail to drop a stick, almost blasphemous, if you believe in curses.
placed under the shade and curtains so that no one drop of clarity. I like the dense fog caused the darkness. In bed I intend to sleep and not thinking. Do not think of anything or anyone to not feel the misery of so much humiliation. If I could have a high fever would.
open my eyes closed slits of light that illuminate the imagined images. Room One: the room of the owners of the house where I have a rented room.
Room number two: the music room. Collection of flutes, harmonicas, lutes, electric guitars and chair, a grand piano mahogany Stenway & Songs. It will be my favorite.
Room number three: the room of solitude. Only a small parquet carpet by the window. On the carpet, barefoot, for endless hours contemplating the whiteness of the walls and stop staring alternately at the bronze lamp in the keyhole. Cover lock with my jacket hanging on the handle so that no one can see from the other side what I do or not do.
Room number four: the room of books and manuscripts. Thousands of books in the English style libraries that line the walls and piles of books stacked on the floor and some forty-seven on the coffee table and five chairs on dozens of books and in the sixth chair I feel. The lamp also is bronze and has seven branches. All bulbs look least two. I buy bulbs to replace those that have merged.
Room number five: exercise room. Large iron wheels of different weights and colors. Use trellises and try to get as high as possible with their feet, holding and without holding. Practicing an hour a day with the bike.
Room number six: the room of silk. All rooms decorated with silks, taffeta, carpets, rugs, velvet, looms and racks. A bulb to get the points to stockings and fundamental and basic: a mirror where I see myself doing me a crocheted dress. That's right. I'll make a crocheted dress. Begin to take action.
Room number two: the music room. Collection of flutes, harmonicas, lutes, electric guitars and chair, a grand piano mahogany Stenway & Songs. It will be my favorite.
Room number three: the room of solitude. Only a small parquet carpet by the window. On the carpet, barefoot, for endless hours contemplating the whiteness of the walls and stop staring alternately at the bronze lamp in the keyhole. Cover lock with my jacket hanging on the handle so that no one can see from the other side what I do or not do.
Room number four: the room of books and manuscripts. Thousands of books in the English style libraries that line the walls and piles of books stacked on the floor and some forty-seven on the coffee table and five chairs on dozens of books and in the sixth chair I feel. The lamp also is bronze and has seven branches. All bulbs look least two. I buy bulbs to replace those that have merged.
Room number five: exercise room. Large iron wheels of different weights and colors. Use trellises and try to get as high as possible with their feet, holding and without holding. Practicing an hour a day with the bike.
Room number six: the room of silk. All rooms decorated with silks, taffeta, carpets, rugs, velvet, looms and racks. A bulb to get the points to stockings and fundamental and basic: a mirror where I see myself doing me a crocheted dress. That's right. I'll make a crocheted dress. Begin to take action.
First action: never tolerate the humiliation of others. Will eliminate anyone who makes me feel beetle. One of the niceties that Mr. Alonso said: "If you wanted, you could have me more than you think. I love your feet because they are like a lady. " Why
see beyond what the words say? Why are so ill-considered question?
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