Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Permission-to-travel Letter For Pregnancy

I wanted ... My suburb

I wanted to show you my wonder at the sight of vast fields of white topped. I wanted to write about this lady that everyone is crazy, and tells me about his dreams and newfound confidence. I wanted to list these former friends, who have each taken a path in line with their character of yesteryear, their stories, their passions for children. I would have liked to put it all here, my suitcases thoughts and questions, here in this space which is not one. But then there are days like this where everything goes wrong. Where one falls from his cloud. Where one picks up the mouth floor, there is no other word. So I say

Ouch. So I say

Shit. And


I returned this morning in my neighborhood, my enfance.J 've crossed the square birds, eyes drenched with tears. That was my whole life. I wanted to sweep everything, never having to go back, fly, fly ... loose. Without bid him farewell. Without looking back. Close your eyes and forget the memories stored in drawers, locking to avoid collapse.
I walked the streets as they surveyed a cemetery, and I know my tears will no longer change anything ...

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

How Toplay An Ipod Honda Pilot 2007



For me it was the suburbs always gray, like a factory wall, like a graffiti , commercial and industrial areas rose from the earth, weeds of the modern production and consumption, while that young hooded wandered near the dormitory towers dressed all cement. Tropic sad really. My
suburbs. It's cold and gray - it's winter - But everything seems familiar and cozy. In the RER, there are lots of normal people: adults, children, men and women who no doubt return home after a day's work. We watch the scenery as if it was going away, as if they fled the city, crowds, noise, one would feel almost on holiday if people do not wear the mask on their faces frozen in the daily fatigue. Intermunicipal bus then began his mad dash - some drivers are undoubtedly born Formula 1 drivers. Shaken and then ejected at my station, I get home through elementary school, thinking of my school when it is Ulysses. It started back up the street together. " Did you have a good day? " I tell him. On my keychain, a great key, similar to the apartment of my childhood. I introduce into the pistachio green iron gate, and here I am at home. In my . I put a disc, I crumpled sheets of paper that I laid in the fireplace, I put a log, strikes a match and sit on the African seat. The cat ran mewing, eager for hugs and fresh meatballs, life seems so intoxicating sweetness of ...

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Big Boobs Groping In A Bus

teeth mother

is a recurring dream and unsustainable. I feel first tooth come off, with ease. She escapes, I keep it in my mouth, looking for anything at this point because I am obviously in society. Therefore impossible to get out otherwise than feigning indifference. Then, one to one molar detach from my gums, to form a heap. It gets cumbersome, I feel the teeth brushing bumping each other in weightlessness saliva from my mouth is absolutely disagreeable, especially as a purely practical point of view I am in the chronic inability to get rid of, which therefore, troubles me greatly. The dream often ends there, and I spend my waking instinctively my tongue over my teeth porcelain, tidy, well anchored, relieved to have actually not lost any of my identity.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Help I'm Obsessed With Tights

Dream

I remember, back of large winged dragon threatening the jaws and soft fur, flying over my consciousness. A sense of power and security. A taste of Neverending Story ...


Thursday, October 16, 2008

28 Weeks Pregnant Constipation

Nothing (s) of any


The hungry cat meows and jumps everywhere. The cat meows and jumps across sated.
Note to self: take a hamster. ______________________


Perpetual hiccups that irritates us half the time and leave us alone the other half, life is a succession of hic and nunc. ______________________


A woman concentrated on the subway reading a book. "Why I married this context."
a moment I thought that Carla was the author. It would be funny I thought. I was not so far, that was Laura Bush. ______________________


I would close my office to create a room where I could meditate caulked listening ripples eastern Bojan Z or jump in any direction to root my anger. ______________________


There are mornings when we do dream of a thing is to arrive in the evening but we are far from suspecting that the evening will be fatal. ______________________