13 august 2012

Eyesight to the blind

You learn to appreciate te quality of a fine espresso in a remote place.

Ignorance is bliss but it takes only a shot of pure revelation to leave that happy place and never look back.

"- Honey, you're like a princess trapped in a room full of pillows. You can sleep on any of them and feel very confortable but, still, none of them will ever cover you. That's why your feet always get so cold!
- Yeah? And what's your excuse?"

When you think about it, I'll probably die on my bike, killed by some unlucky lady. Doesn't matter if she'll drive over me or just walk by me, wait at de corner streetlight or, perhaps, call me on the phone. She's gonna distract me and kill me. I know it. That blind is my ride...

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