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January 19, 2005

From my bedroom.

I usually detest the dawn. It doesnt matter if I see it from the bed, from a plane or leaving a club. I just hate it as much as I love the dusk.

But...
Sometimes...
it's worthy to be awake.

This morning Esther woke me.
And Geneva woke me up.

I will miss them.


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Posted by antonio at January 19, 2005 03:02 PM

Comments

I love the dusk as much as I dislike the dawn…
My Dusk brings hope, fresh air, and light. Like waking up is something like birth, the day you are going to live after it is a life, that will leave you after.. “After dark”..
My Dawn brings regrets. Of what had been wanted, but wasn’t finally done, about what would never been said, what would never been seen, touched, kissed, cried, laughed….
I hate to fall asleep, as I don’t want my day to be over, I don’t want to let it go to the country I call Nowhere…
I hate it as I hate death, as I still can’t get used to the fact that everything comes to the light, - in general terms, - to plug to darkness…
Dusk and dawn always repeat, fallow each other… But it’s usually more pleasant to meet (here – new day), when to farewell with it… Or no..
To accept the darkness means to recognize lifes’ real face, accept it’s real essence. And I will do it… Bit later…

Posted by: A at February 3, 2005 12:25 PM