time is , bad replay of the ''slowdrug''

. later . days are so long outside, i finally rode my ass to another crazy woman, very welcoming, the way my family o piraterie in montreal would be. fuck sake it aint that scary. but i fell a little bit , to spare time before i spend dime, and the air so conditionee , lovely without the heat but i awoke with this pressure in my throat the same one you get when there is a cold watching you. when you are running in a city so big with a lot of nothing, you feel bless almost to have a space to write , listen to your music, and aleluya smoke inside,dans la penombre a l'interieur, i still see. i feel exactly like the lights arround me, in a house completely locked, the windows are shut, and the cat is even hidding for now, mazzy star makes me triste in a lovely way. i went for diner today with a girl amazing , guitar player an dan adventure i had long ago in montreal, one of th elongest night in my life , without a crazy party bien sur. we met in a bar on parc av. then i remember she gave me a note, i answered and out in the street , closing time it felt insane for me to part away from her without knowing. what we could become in a night. nothing expecteded but i always think , and behave as the lover, and i became a charming friend pretty fast, that;s the instinct of the lover making sure not to loose so much people in refusal to see , they will maybe stay there for longer then you tought. so. that night we walked like crazy , to her house in the plateau to her house, hiding from her roomates just a little, i heard her play guitar. an dcrazy i truly wanted to fall asleep next to her but at this time my gallery had been baricated so we went anyway , and i literaly broke inside the rear window. crazy. then in the morning we left . i don't remember where, we saw each other a littl eafter that. then probably more thne a year without really words with her. today was a sweet afternoon, i realized that laughing is crucial. and certain people i havn't laugh much with these days. i need crying but i need laughter.
love and laughter.
romy you wrot eme so little today . in italian and o whta a pleasure for me to find the words perfect answer, a least i will alwaays be trying with you . italian.
but your words are precious to me, and to miss someone is something , to know they'll be back in your life , and then the warrior makes it all better. and you are. we are from a race i don't see, you are not quite like me an di am not quite like you . but i will never meet someone..like you . .

amores don't die.

i have more to write , more to say .. about the day . about what i saw yesterday . and what i see in tomorrows. but now i am waiting .
in sinfull patience . as always i still believe i am an angel