alaiyo

Last night I had a brilliant evening with my "sisters". Today I've had one of the worst days of my life. Shattered someone's world and had two anxiety attacks.
Savour happy moments. They may be the prelude to hell.

I keep getting really vivid nightmares. I wake up crying and scared. All sorts of nasty images creep through my subconscious while I'm sleeping. Death and Vertigo in the latest.
When I'm awake my subconscious takes me down the insufferable road of nostalgia. I plant myself firmly in the present, but she drags me along anyway; takes me back to the past with a new perspective and shows me what I missed on the way; what I was too blind to understand once.

No sé por qué dicen eso de que la procesión va por dentro. Yo la llevo por fuera y bien animada que está, con música, malabaristas, payasos, bailarines...por dentro en cambio llevo un velatorio.

Have discovered a little corner of the city where I feel at peace. The "milenio" monument, which is nothing to write home about, is placed by the sea, in Coruña, with a view of the coastline. I go there and sit on the rocks. The view is impressive and being able to touch the rocks feels good.
Listening to certain songs feels like slow torture on the rack or something. Why do I keep playing Alicia Keyes if the woman is ripping my heart out?