Pain In Side Of Waist. What Is It?

Only BARCELONA? Part Two





... the 1000 colored granite to Bouqueria;

of the VIDA LOCA RAMBLA;

the calming lapping on BARCELONETA;

the moments of pause ^ ^ by FERNANDO;

the majesty, the fountain of Montjuic

the eclectic 'fairytale GAUDI';

the glint of light in his eyes that

marks the passing of moments without time to Poble Espanyol;

rolls of PANS;

joy to make peace after fighting;

the taste of a rich PAELLA;

the energy of flamenco

Expected the unexpected sweetness of a kiss goodnight,

what I feel for him day after day;

desire to continue traveling.

TOGETHER.

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half past seven hours. It's raining and cold. The bus is packed with people with employers, workers and students, we are crushed like sardines and wet umbrellas pressed against his legs only increase the chills and discomfort. The boys, who were able to sit, they stand with their heads resting against the glass wet with condensation, the earbuds in your ears, looking out or on the ground, adults in suits trying desperately to preserve the fold of their clothes, throwing dirty looks backpacks to compress them against other backpacks. I got thirty seconds and already I see that in here the temperature is soaring, the heating of the bus does not sit well with winter clothes, so I know that in another half a minute I will start soaking your clothes with sweat, then go down to the my stop plunging in zero-degree winter in Turin and tomorrow I will have a fever. Anxiety. I do off elbowed in the crowd, I get off at the first station that happens to me. I'm late. Fuck. Finally the doors open and the crowd of people expelled me from the middle as the peristalsis of the intestine from the metal skin of an enormous creature. Rain, cold. I light a cigarette. It 's like sucking a small bar of iron. On the wall in front of the sidewalk is a poster designed by a monkey at the side of a man. Conference on the evolution of the brain in primates. Fuck. I still think it'll be late college, then I tell myself that when I get there I think. I begin to walk the streets half empty at this time people are working or in school. My gaze falls on the homeless people that if they are thrown in their boxes, grates on the sidewalk where it exits the heat of heating buildings. One is sleeping, I notice that someone had left the breakfast wrapped in a paper bag on the side of his bed. When you wake up you are happy, I guess. The few passers-by with their briefcases whizzing, perhaps to escape the cold, or to escape possible toxic that could stop and ask for money. A boy walks with his backpack in the arcades, is singing a song loudly Caparezza. E 'angry.

Eventually I realize that I have nothing to do around the city, and so coming to the University. As I climb the stairs to the corner of my eye I see a piece of white cloth fluttering, I turn and I see a guy dressed entirely in white, with a long blond mane and a cloak, also white. In the right hand carries a gnarled stick like a fucking druid, I think it should look like Gandalf and I am to ask if he wants to play the Lord of the Rings, just over the threshold she felt a hand on my shoulder, I turn and I slam a sheet in the face, while a tall man, with a reddish beard and dressed as if it came from an old daguerreotype me says "Will you come with us to talk about the figure of Marx?" Behind him, waving the banner of Marxist-Leninist committees, looking at him, and I shake my head and I'm leaving. Check that the lesson has already started a while ago, the professor is explaining how Aleban comes from the Gaelic "Ale Banno," is always exciting to see the passion with which old man, who belongs to another world, explains his subject with passion.

I isolate myself in the mysteries of language. You do not know anybody, I think.

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We linger alone Bodies confused.

Two hamburgers, eggs, salad, and maybe a bottle of oil two hamburgers, eggs, salad, and maybe a bottle of oil. Bruce Lee said that those who practice kung fu is voted independence, can stand the scrutiny by others. And yet ... "Bao Shi Chi position, rotate your torso very slowly, you can feel chi on the skin of arms" Feeling Electric, heat, yes, Chi.
And then all the fear, pain, sorrow and fear, focus groups, take care of the inner child, God I think Fight Club, but this is not a cute penguin, is the child within two hamburgers, eggs, salad, and maybe a bottle of oil, I take two hamburgers, eggs salad ... ... 'because' or see this, 'or you know who this is? This è'n truncheon! "Says the old round, everything in it is round, the belly is round, bald head is round, her little myopic eyes are round and deep blue! Even the legs are round, I wonder if he has the balls so well rounded! Yet they are happy "because 'n fist helmet here ... pe' tera '.
who practices kung fu is the independence vote, is not afraid of being judged by others and yet I fear for the next examination, Peng, the legendary Chinese bird that goes to the Great North Sea, in Arabic is Pangias, you can also read bangas, Fenix \u200b\u200bno? The "b" muffle, fall in "to" assimilation between "g" and "s" metamorphosis, another Greek word, Fenix, the peng, great I do not know how many thousands of them, but it is a fish that turns a bird, metamorphosis, the phoenix rising from its ashes, metamorphosis. But who is who? And 'the phoenix of the Persian peng of Chinese or vice versa or are they the same thing, the imagination of men who can not ask for explanations?

Dream. Dream pull a thread out of my mouth, I'm using a pair of scissors, I see from inside, then hang up the scissors in my mouth, something I know I should not but I do pull a throbbing pain, pain that is familiar to me, I look at the dirty steel tips blood shot yet, I see myself from outside, a long thread that I feel bloody rip the palate, the pain is excruciating, shooting ... yet I'm happy.

dream of a child, a child who asks for my help, a blond child, I take the hand, take it in her arms, there is a tent down there, overlooking the sea, the stormy sea, yet it is quiet, I take arm while walking on the beach in cobalt blue, I hear the sound of the surf on the night of pitch, walk, we enter the tent, you're safe here, now, baby, we're safe. The kiss on the cheeks round, ride, I'm happy.
It is said that the master Chuang-zi had dreamed of being a butterfly, unaware of being Chuang-zi, and that when he awoke he knew more if it was he who dreamed of being a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming that he was Chuang-zi. E 'wrote in his book "This is what we call the metamorphosis of beings."
I wake up.
I get up, I'm fine, it gives me pleasure to sleep slipping away, sand on the body, is a day of light outside, the sky is clear and blue as if they had gigantic hands stretched above the houses, look at my plants to see if They feel the change of season, just in case a leaf is a bit 'greener than yesterday, for a moment I seem to feel the earth turning, everything complete in itself.