The Diary of Lady M Page #5

All things needed were there...

a flowered blouse,

rather well filled,

jokes and laughter everywhere.

My senses seemed amplified

in order to torture me even more.

I just wanted to sleep.

And when I later...

would wake up,

I would realise

that the whole story with the photo,

the child and the woman,

just was a bad image

from a nightmare.

The sweet smell of the mud

reminds me of my childhood.

I don't care about my childhood.

At least I claim that.

What helps me hover

high above the ground...

are those rare moments...

where you inhale

the smell of the air,

of the algae, or,

the sweetness' of the mud,

which reminds of death,

and lets you feel eternity.

Are you sad?

No. Actually I'm rather happy.

No sarcasm please.

Have you seen that guy

who collects snails there?

And me,

do you see me?

What do you see in me?

The sweet smell in the Delta

had touched me deeply.

I wanted him even more.

In the pale light of the full moon...

the place appeared

as a mirror...

of what I had seen in the afternoon.

Did I walk through the mirror?

"Your dream looked at me."

This short sentence haunted me...

and I tried to remember,

who had written it.

I could have recorded

and made a song out of it.

Let's make love, and then you

drive me back to Barcelona.

What do you think?

I'm not a love tourist.

I want to live with you.

I love you.

I love you too.

I want to live with you.

Let's make love, and then you

drive me back to Barcelona.

The worst part with going away is

always when you come back again.

Since I was back in Paris,

There seemed to be even more

dog's muck on the sidewalks,

and everything I ate,

tasted cardboard.

I couldn't stay with Diego,

But not be without him either.

This morning

I pulled myself together.

I made a desperate

and slightly absurd act.

Here's my message:

I can't live without you.

Come. Stop.

I can't live without you.

Come...

with Nuria... and Billie,

if you want.

I'm waiting for you.

It seemed highly unlikely,

But 14 days later they came.

I didn't know

what they wanted.

"Don't worry, we'll see,"

I decided philosophically.

Perhaps Nuria rather wanted

a rival than a ghost.

She'd amaze me yet many times.

- Did you find it easily?

- Yes.

Sit down.

I'll make tea.

Don't you have a beer?

I always have beer for the musicians,

when we practice here.

Thank you.

I always tell myself:

I should drink beer.

It's the drink of the rockers.

But I just can't.

How was the trip?

Are you tired?

Want to rest?

I've prepared a room upstairs.

Aren't you tired?

No, not at all.

You'll sleep good here.

It's a little soft.

I'm done.

Just use all the cosmetics you find here.

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