“You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.” Pt. 2

As a result of being too slow to decide - and deciding is horrible - I am currently house bound and thought I'd tell you about my yesterday evening/night instead of creating dashing new memories tonight. As the very lazy person I can be, I thought I'd try and wrap it all up in pictures instead of words.

... And it was very scary to sign it, my very first contract! (I don't count the employment contracts since they're a bit different)

... And this would be the building from the outside. I'd put up a picture of the room layout but it ain't available for common mortals like us. And then of course there was the looong, 9 page contract I had to read through, whereupon this made me giggle as the agnostic I am.

I guess it seems I really am leaving in about 4 months.

Inhale, exhale.

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Soy un golpe en la rodilla que se cura con el frío

Too bad people who don't speak Spanish probably won't get this, but Calle 13 is truly brilliant with words, he makes me feel inferior, haha. This is a great song by the way, it brings up the issue of street children. And the line I've used as a title for this post is my favourite one. It means "I'm a blow on the knee that is cured by the cold". Not too sure of why I got stuck at the phrase, but it just feels like it catches everything the artists want to mediate to the listener.

Cancion Para Un Niño En La Calle - Mercedes Sosa feat. Calle 13

Todo lo toxico de mi país a mi me entra por la nariz
Lavo autos, limpio zapatos, huelo pega y también huelo paco
Robo billeteras pero soy buena gente soy una sonrisa sin dientes
Lluvia sin techo, uña con tierra, soy lo que sobro de la guerra
Un estomago vacío, soy un golpe en la rodilla que se cura con el frío
El mejor guía turístico del arrabal por tres pesos te paseo por la capital
No necesito visa pa volar por el redondel porque yo juego con aviones de papel
Arroz con piedra, fango con vino, y lo que me falta me lo imagino.


Cuando cae la noche duermo despierto, un ojo cerrado y el otro abierto
Por si los tigres me escupen un balazo mi vida es como un circo 
pero sin payaso
Voy caminando por la zanja haciendo malabares con 5 naranjas
Pidiendo plata a todos los que pueda en una bicicleta en una sola rueda
Soy oxigeno para este continente, soy lo que descuido el presidente
No te asustes si tengo mal aliento, si me ves sin camisa con las tetillas al viento
Yo soy un elemento mas del paisaje los residuos de la calle son mi camuflaje
Como algo que existe que parece de mentira, algo sin vida pero que respira

Morning/noon

Made myself get up at 12 today to clean up the mess I'd like to call my "home". I am pretty sure there should be some home left beneath all of this chaotic disarray - I just need to dig it up before my dear friend B shows up to watch Dirty Dancing 2. This is why I am sitting here writing this while eating my yoghurt-breakfast, because I know that if I start doing something else (read reading or watching something on telly) I'll never work up the strenght to start with it all.

Enseñame A Olvidar - Aventura

Hunger

I said I wouldn't, but I have started reading The Hunger Games now. I loved the soundtrack, it's pretty neat!
As I couldn't find the book at the library (apparently it has 66 reservations), I looked for it at the book shop, but came to the conclusion that I don't have money for buying fiction right now, so I am actually reading it as a PDF online. It feels wrong though, it feels morally wrong to read a "book" online. It feels like I'm cheating on books. Am I?

Run Daddy Run - Miranda Lambert feat. Pistol Annies

And my personal favourite...

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder - The Secret Sisters

“You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.”

Good morning world!

I have just done some growing up I believe, only it didn't feel too "adult" of me to pick accommodation preferences while just trying to get it all over and done with. I think I might have been too nervous to dare think through the alternatives properly - I know that over-thinking choices usually leaves me in no-man's land. But it's all done, and now all that remains for me to do is wait. Wait, wait, wait and see.

“The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise” 

- Alden Nowlan

Maybe, just maybe Alden Nowlan is telling me to forgive my inability to make choices? 

What do you think?

Mira lo que me encontré

It makes me so happy

To know that you are fine.

To have had the chance to meet you again.

To not have to be worried.

And I know that I haven't thought about you enough lately, but there is just so much

And I know that I haven't mentioned you enough lately, but you matter a lot

I will always look up to you, you were always tall enough.

Medallita - Chico Trujillo

All I want is you

All I Want Is You - Miguel Jontel ft. J. Cole

People make me happy these days. Like really happy. I think I might be high on people.

And music of course, all I want is you.

I was with a couple of people yesterday jammin and drinking wine, and even though I feel pretty tired and slow I am considerably happy. The song has nothing to do with it though, the song is sad - but I like it.