I want to smoke cigarettes in outdoor cafes: 02 de mayo de 2014
I want to wear jewelry and paint my nails and smoke cigarettes in outdoor cafes while drinking coffee and writing. I want to eat healthy food, cook healthy food, smoke weed and drink mate with friends and talk about the…
The hunter, the killer: Analizando a la Chiqi: 02 de septiembre de 2015
The hunter. The killer. A veces una princesa, a sloth, someone that’s going to give me a tart reply in a cheeky tone (pun intended, obvio, po). Los cinco sentidos de la Chiqi son realmente, como, veinte. Ella esperó hasta…
Hablando con mi misma: 31 de agosto de 2015
Estoy hablando con mi misma, como la mayoría de las veces que estoy hablando (de algo que pienso importante). Fumé la resina de mi pipa que había tenido escondida por casi dos años en un libro con el medio sacado,…
That weird pleasure: 03 de agosto de 2015
What’s with that weird pleasure one finds in doing something she knows she shouldn’t do? Like smoking cigarettes or eating a fuck-ton of carbs? Yesterday was Sunday and everyone and her fucking grandmother and dog and 20 kids came to…
A list of things I love about you: 13 de julio de 2015
Let me tell you before I forget that I love you. I love to be around you. I love your strong embrace and your torpeza and your giant, bear-like mannerisms. I love you in the way I love Soda Stereo…
Compré 40 pesos de ese paraguayo rico del artesano sucio: 04 de junio de 2015
Compré 40 pesos de ese paraguayo rico del artesano sucio, y fumé taaaanto en el lugar secreto mientras leía un libro gigante llena de las aventuras de Marco Polo. Cuando bajé la escalera y entré en el comedor, me preguntó,…
The spider monkey: 01 de junio de 2015
I’m thinking about how he breathes out of his mouth when he’s relaxed. How when there’s wifi he disappears into his phone. How his long legs and arms and sometimes-slouch give him the exotic look of a spider monkey, ambling…
This high is heavy like the droopy gray sky of my early Tuesday morning: 09 de junio de 2015
This high is heavy like the droopy gray sky of my early Tuesday morning. The sound of the shower stirred me awake at seven, the sky a vast darkness, lightening from navy into a militant, ashy gray. I turned on…
The way he walks: 12 de mayo de 2015
We walked around the city last night after smoking paraguayo, which still had an earthy, thick smell of real marihuana, and the whole time all I could think about was the way he walks and what it says about his…
People that want to take charge and direct the conversation: 25 de abril de 2014
People that are poised and alert, waiting for the moment they can turn the conversation towards themselves, always ready to share their perspective. People that want to take charge and direct the conversation through the route they desire, instead of…