I red a quote the other day about men that seek and love for a home in a woman and men that seek for a mine (in Chile and Argentina we use this word to refer to an objectified woman).
It seduced me.
Of course... in general terms in life a lot of verbal statements seduce me. My artistic side, maybe? Once I 've been so much talked to, and generally once my patience go null (not intolerantly, but of tirement) I would like to invoke an ammendment of kiss, to listen to the silence of the electricity going from a mouth to the other.. Sometimes I don't think of the consequences of that, other times I meditate it while I elude to respond to the conversation, and listen to the other.
Its a shame this resource is useless with my female friends (well maybe shame isn't the word).
Last weekend I rest too little. Friday night I spent it reading. Saturday night I spent it wandering around Valparaíso and Viña del Mar with M.M. All night. Sunday I slept around the usual timing, and now -original post- I am awake at 12.42 in the night. I got hooked... Of the conversation, the generals, the rythmic sound of the sea waves in front of Av. Peru. The same that saw me grow up so many years ago.
Lina also participated in a lesser way of the trip. And of course it may sound strange that a man takes his dog to a walk with a woman, I liked it. If I am mad... Well I am tired, I guess I should post and sleep.
Today me and P. went to japijane, and then to Flannery's. The talk was exotic, and a cool companionship. I adore the moments with intimate female fellows. The accomplice laughter that few men would understand...
I hope tomorrow -today for the sake of translation- I wake up at a decent hour. I must conquest it, and well, I don't want to expect a thing about this romance happening in my mind. Not at least before the man claims me for him, until then I am just a beautiful smile in a moon night.
Ms. Bus Stop singer.