Like many other Sundays I woke with a bad case of hangover,
some noises downstairs made me open my eyes and literally see the light
not "the light" light, it was more like the sunlight coming trough my window;
Anyway as I was saying I opened my eyes and cursed a little bit thinking it was early
but to my surprise it was almost 11 o´clock; I over slept.
So I jump into the bathroom listening to my playlist and trying to remember
why my feet hurt so freaking much, as I was rinsing up my shampoo
the light came back (metaphorically speaking) and I remember I was jumping and dancing
and as everything we do in life, this also had a consecuence.
My head keep banging and it wasn´t just the drums from welcome to the jungle
I stayed a couple of more minutes under the water just chilling and thinking;
suddenly flash backs were going as fast as light speed (what is it with me and light today?)
but they were not from yesterday, they were from days before.
And at that moment I tough to myself, got to change the music to the mood
so I got out of the shower as fast as I could with out falling
dried my hands and put one of the towels in my hair so I would stop dripping,
but no song got to me, no song in my playlist got the mood I was on.
After that I got dressed really fast said good morning and good bye to everyone
and ran to my car looking for my cds, as I turn on the engine I put one cd in
no, that ain´t it, next, next and so on, until I gave up, and cursed a little bit more
Where´s the freaking light when you need it hu?
As I got to the gas station I started going trough the radio finding my "Mojo"
I felt like driving so I put a 20 on the car and drove to the nearest beach
needed my Dalai moment, a coke and a couple of cigarrets where my lunch
went to my aunt´s house for my shoe (that´s another story) had breakfast and left.
As I tuned the radio a couple of songs started that reminded me of "the issue"
and started remembering a couple of things I can explain and then I remembered
the other thousand things I can´t explain and make me stupidly nervous,
and keep driving and singing and smoking and thinking.
Like on some movies in this story, the ending is not the most important thing
but the journey that lead me to create memories one song at a time
one for each laughter, one for each emotion, one for each kiss, one for each touch
one for your hair, one for your body, one for hands, one for your eyes.
20 so far and counting....
