Amanda_Palmer_Machete

When his mind is idle, he thinks of her. —What are you thinking about? —Maths. If he’s with her, he loses track of time. —So late to get home, why? —Maths. She wants long periods for herself. —Why are you going away for the weekend? —Maths. —Why are you going to Brazil, again? —Maths. She

I saw the doors closing behind me: military green, school green, hospital green doors. My two friends stayed behind, smiling and wishing me good luck. If you had told me I’d never see the girl again, I wouldn’t have believed you.

Me dice mi padre:
—Bego, porfa… ¿me ayudas a traducir una canción de borrachos en griego antiguo?
Ese es mi padre. Me temo que su opinión sobre mí caería en picado si yo no tuviera 3G en la playa.