viernes, 8 de abril de 2005
The Hill, Berkeley, April 2002. On the background, the night at the bay, San Francisco Bay. Closer, jojo, melis, gabor, alyosha. Left, piotr, jose, kwan, bernardo and finally, me. A Corona on my right hand, a cigarette on my left one. Melis seems to be drinking too, I can't barely tell whether it's Cazadores. And there's lots of garbage around, and grass, and three yellow flowers to the left that the flash of the camera suddenly discovered.
I am tired, you know. I don't want to sleep but I have to. Tonight, I chatted with lu, with jojo, with a colleague from work. Again, I missed you by my side, little kwan.