Courage

State: A little bit tired
Song: Los Piratas- La sal

I have been to Italy for two months. Fortunately, I'm back to Milan again (alwayas as an a pair) If I couldn't return to Milan again, I would get crazy. I can't stand the little villages. I'm a city woman. I prefer to feel under my feet that the road shaking because of the underground,instead of hearing no noise at nights. It makes me feel alive.Apart from that, some situations make me prefer always Milan.

Unfortunately, it is not all right. Some people are not really well. Some people because I'm far. Another people, although I'm close to them, they have really big problems.

Each second is important... I haven't realise of it at first.

Some people think that to do what I did (going abroad, without nothing for sure and with the risk of losing everything) is for courageous people. Maybe is not for courageous people, but it is for crazy people. For coward people. I needed to go. Not many people suffrered, but the people who suffered, they suffered a lot. Not many people realise that I have arrived, neither. But I didn't go unnoticed for some people.

Some things that are happening around me are too hard for me, but I have to be strong.

Little relief

Status: Triste, pesimista
Song: Caparezza: Un vero uomo dovrebbe lavare i piatti


Only two things: I'm not fine and everything is a holy shit.

Weekend at Lugo

This weekend was a little particular. With the only excuse of know us, Roy ( A friend from Asturias who I haven't see first personally) invited me to go to Lugo, because he and a group of friends meet them like that when they can do it. He told me not to be worried because he invited me. So, two of his friends from Gondomar (near Vigo) went to took me in the train station. The journey had a duration of three hours by car.

We are around eleven people chattering, (eight of the eleven peoplee were men, and eight of the eleven people were Galician as well!) Ember were made, and we were so distracted. Ember were put out many times, so we ate around six o' clock in the afternoon, ha, ha, ha. After that, we ate some desserts (I'm remembering the chocolate bisquits which bring Roy and it is making my mouth water again... Ouch!!!) We drank a little (At least, I drank a little, I usually try to control myself and I try to control myself more than normal in some situations) And then, we went to bed. I confess that I have opened my eyes at nine or ten in the morning, we started to wake up and to go downstairs, Roy and me went to take breakfast to a confectioner's shop, we walked a little and then we returned (first of that we lose ourselves) At the hour of lunch, all we went to took lunck in a Chinese restaurant. I think we left Lugo around five o' clock, but the thing I really know it is I was really tired...

A new chapter?

Maybe.

Maybe I would have to close a chapter in my life.

Maybe la Viga has to die. And I will be Anahí again. So, the buddist profecy could be real.

ill

Today is not one of my better days.

I'm ill. I'm not fine, I have pain of threat and eyes. Yesterday I had stomachache and headache too. I have not temperature, but anyway, I'm a virus with feet.

It annoy me! Why does it happen today? This mean that I'm not coming to theatre in two weeks! Next week if at most, I will go only to greet.. Today I can't go out. At any way, I have the pc to talk and write, books to read, letters to answer. I have something to do.

Happy.. but thoughtful

I'm thinking.

There are 13 days. 13 days of wait. Only 13. Then of these 13 I will finally understand what's the thing that heat my heart, that hug my mind and makes me cout all moments which I'm breathing.

I thank that then of my trip to Milan, or, my trip to the mind's confussion that the big metropolis have deffinitely decided about my heart, there wasn't solution. I was already a soul without destiny that saunder up and down thinking that he didn't exist. But exists. Exists and seems that he wants me.

In fact, it has appeared my ideal man. I don't know yet what It will happen. Two weeks yet... Today is a confusion's day too, anyway. A messagge of "happy bithday" sent from my mobile makes me remember that moment. The moment in that the "Viga" arrived to the big metropolis and was with some friends a little crazy. A message with answer that makes me remember. Makes me remember that they are there, and they didn't forget this friend that is a little crazy.

Ouf!

Hi to everybody :)

Today I'm a little tired. Because yesterday I went out to the 6.30 in the morning with Vanessa and another people. I have drank something, a strawberry caipiroska. Then, we went out to another places. We went into three different discos and all of them were absolutely full of people!!!

First of all, I waited for Vane in a place that we had said. But I haven't seen her for a long time.. I was waiting and I have read some messages of one person when I was in Italy, and I felt a little melancholic. A tear falled when I was remembering that I got a lot of fun in Milan (without comments) and remembering that person.

We went to some discos. Exactly into three. The worst thing is that: Every discos were full of people. How is possible? Here in Vigo? In June? Nobody takes holydays in this city?

I got fun, but finally I was really tired. I hadn't going out at night for a long time!

Some minutes ago, I tried to charge my Italian card because it didn't have much money... And I could do it! I am happy. I need to use it, he, he, he.

What a night

Hi to everybody:

I'm here, then of a going-out night (A really disgusting one, of course) The first thing that made me angry is that Begoña came with us (But it's worst to her, if I am her, if never will going out with us)

This night was really horrible. First we went to a disco, that was full, they made pay to my friends and they didn't make us enter. He must to call the police. They went fast. They were, I think, five local and two national police-officer. The whole thing is that the national police wasn't neccesary, when they saw that police was there, they give us the money (or a part of the money)

Finally, we went to another place. I didn't want drink but I must to, because if you don't pay for a drink you can't go out. I drank a licqueur 43 with chocolat drink (I hate beer) I arrived at 6 at home... and my mother was angry because of the hour, I don't understand why, sometimes I have arrived at 7, sometimes at 9, and she never said me something...

I'm better that these days...

One week ago, when people who can't stand make my objectives, I don't make sense to nothing and I see everything full of difficults and obstacles.I have to say thanks to everybody who tried to make me feel happy, Moisés, Elio, Raffaele, and I don't know if I forget someone, but specially to Matteo and Vanessa, they has insisted a lot to make me smile.

Today, Samhain, The finish of the year for celthic and today for wiccans, I have decided that I'm tired of to be sad and obviously, I tried to feel better. I have dreassed, I have taked my bag, I have hanged up my mp3 on my neck and I went out, With hip-hop, reggae and rock music (specially Gemboy) My smile started to increase, I never can't listen the last one without laugh a little. (Although I need to change two times my batteries)

I make a long walk, watching the landscape , the parks, the shops. Then I hve returned and I bought a coke. When I have returned to mu house, I turned on my computer. I have reorganized my ideas on the notebook what I have bought some day ago, and I continued to listening music.

Today I chatted in galician with a boy on skype, I didn't do that for centuries, and now for me is really difficult to speak in Galician without mistake and say some word in Italian... :D Fortunatly, I didn't had forget a lot. Now I remember of that thing that a teacher say us at 2º. People who have Galician as the mother language, have more difficults to learn Italian. And now I think that it can be true, because I can't speak correctly Galician if I don't think twice the phrase.

Then I have continued to listening to music, to the lunch time. I have eaten lasagne. Then I have slept a little with my cat next to me. Later I have seen the tv , Marta came to my house and we were toghether for a little. Then I went to my Italian class.

I have dinner and when I finished I have been connected, watching the tv, listening to music... And I had a whish list for the new pagan year too :D

I didn't think to going out...

Yesterday was saturday, On Friday, Jenni had said me that she probably will go out on satudarday, but I called her because she didn't call me. She said she was ill and puking, and she didn't go out. I thank I will pass another night in my house, bored and watching gossip programmes.

But then, Bego called me. I don't get on as well with her, but now I don't have much problems. We went to Mao-Mao and waited for a Bego's partner. Curiously, the caretaker didn't give us the sick card used to make drink forced. I think it was because there were not many people yet...

I danced until to be tired of. Bego today didn't have a time to return, that's the reason because she wanted to stay more and more time. I going out since my 18's, and I never had a time to return. Obviously, I hadn't neither now. As at 5 I felt really tired, I called to a taxi and I came to my house. I had to pay almost 5 Euros for go to Calvario. And the driver was an older who went very slow. And I only was wishing to stay on my bed...