random thoughts

When I woke up, Alinka was there, next to me, telling me everything... And at one point she stared, smiled and said "You're really lucky". How could I be lucky after throwing up for ages in front of the argentinian guy? How could I be lucky with the worst hang over ever???

She said it, I'm lucky because I have friends, because in this lost city in the middle of nowhere I've met awesome people, because they care about me, they hug me and they even wash my pucked socks!!!! If that ain't love, I don't know how could we call that.

And I absolutely needed that, Feux spitted in what was left of my will, I could use the french word écraser. Sometimes literature kills me with the smoothest touch.

I'm leaving grenoble in less than a week, I'm meeting my daddy, we'll be breathing the parisian clouds...

My heart, I won't let it go, not this time, as Youcernar said, hearts are something dirty, anatomy lessons and butcheries.

Good luck to all the poor people who did the UNAM exam again, mes meilleures voeux!

(su perfume casino, la alejo de Portofino)

I know she isn't argentinian, but still gorgeous (like my two gorgeous argentinians) Enjoy the video. If you want the translation, don't hesitate in asking me tex.

Manu, tu distorsionas y vuelves a armar mis esquemas juveniles.