Need to spice up your Monday? Your week off to a dreary start? Well, fear not, the Mexican is here to add a little hot sauce. Don’t lose interest after the slightly boring start to today’s Mexican Minute… it picks up and ends with a bit of a racy bang! Enjoy… we are almost out of them!
November 14, 2009
Amsterdam. We arrived yesterday. I don’t know if by chance or if by wil or if by complete indifference, we checked into the Citizen M Hotel. [blah blah about the hotel]. All in all, fabulous!
If course, M. is more excited about it. She maintains that innocent childish spirit. Everything is beautiful. I appreciate that in her … that young spirit. As for me, I must find happiness. I don’t know how, but I know that it truly exists. Somewhere… In the distance of time there is peace for me.
So it has been months since I have written, it is not good for my psychology or maybe it is. Lately everything has crumbled it and I feel breathless. I feel so breathless I can’t even breathe. My breaths are short. My voice weak and undirected. I should just let it go. It is hard to ignore it and look the other way. What is it? How should I know? It is great to be away from Paris. She is quite heavy and claustrophobic [he then goes on and on about being able to breathe etc in Amsterdam and his art show…].
She’s coming back into my life. And I don’t know with what pretext. But she is contacting me. I must admit I like it. I want to see her. I want to kiss her. I want to do everything physical to her, eat her from head to toe. Drown myself in her perfume. Drift away from her deepless. Get lost for ever and ever.