The night before you slapped me with a shiny reality, I was having a strange dream, which strangely, I remember clearly.
I was in an art class. We were making a little ..puppet/doll thing which could hold different expressions and postures for a little while. We were first tearing newspaper into very little pieces, then we were supossed to add some liquid to those pieces. I discovered art was not my thing, and I couldn't pay atenttion for long. That's why I didn't learn what liquid it was.
I had a friend in class who had to repeat for me what the teacher'd say at least twice more. When the little puppet was done, clay like, we had to put it in different postures, and take pictures of it, and make a sequence and animate it.
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Yeah well, I never got to that part. I was still trying to remember what it was that we were to do after ripping the newspaper. I looked at the teacher and asked "How long must this be?" "1 minute long" "WHAT!?" I protested "Mmmm.. 15 seconds" he said.
Either way I couldn't do it, so I started singing. And soon, everybody started taking turns to sing their own songs. Sometimes, introducing it with words.
Then they asked us who could come to school tuesdays and thursday at 21 to walk the dogs the school had.
Después me desperté. Llamé al Banco, me dijeron ke cerraban en una hora. Intenté apurarme pero recibí un... un... baño de.. escarchas, serpentinas, lentejuelas, y cuanta cosa escandalosa para sobresaturar mis sentidos, sacurdirme un poco.
Así ke el banco se volvió irrelevante porke.. porke, al fin, de nuevo, la primera frase, sin la ke no puedo hacer nada, se prendió entre mis cejas.
For now I've only got some simple words, hesitating steps, so used to fly I seem to have forgotten how to walk. I want to confess to you that I had... I had a gorgeus image of myself. A strong, secure, capable woman. This is one of those cases in which the image makes the essence, the symbol makes the meaning. An image is art, so is a symbol. I suposse, I am trying to promise myself I'm going to recreate me all over. Catch up with you somewhere along the endless spiral staircase. To have more sounds, to make better music to climb to.
Anyhow, I'm just.. going to go enjoy this mood. If you only believed me, the power sometimes one has, you might as well feel like a hero for today. Hero, god, human, stranger, friend, imaginary friend, illusion, demagog... whatever symbol I have for you, I get to make of it, what I want.
