Last night after going to bed late, I heard a strange noise in the kitchen. I tried to pretend he had not heard, I was dreaming, or convince me that came from the neighbor, but could not. I turned on the light, picked up the racquet and can of peppers, is that my mother always tells her not to fight when you find the thief, as it is to flee, so peppers, and while sneezes I'll run away.
lighting all the light I walked into the kitchen, there was no one dismissed the possibility of invasion of the thief but should not exclude the appearance of some to be inhumane. I opened all the doors in the kitchen, and stood a little breath to see if he heard something, but nothing at all, I went to bed.
For the first time in my life I'm living alone in Japan with my family lived in Spain with fellow floor or boyfriend. Just so I could see scary movies, I hate to see anything but I used my fingers.
I still have three months to find new work should be a job where you really need to work for a Japanese company that decides to give me the permission of police work and grants. Again, I have fallen into the same hole again.
I like to live on the coast, I took my resumes in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bValencia and Andalusia, but the most important thing is to work, where I'll give it to me.
much time in Spain, here I have everything at the same time I have nothing. Living abroad is thus difficult, especially if we talk about a role, the damn residence permit.
This way I already know it all depends on luck, so just in case, I collected all the beautiful Spain to keep in my box of matches, to take him to Japan.
I like the bustle of the market that makes me think every one of his happy home, I like the emerald Mediterranean that seems to suck all my sadness, I like the shadows of palm trees, which gives impression of me is saying, 'Come here have room for you, I like beer with lemon, sweet and bitter, but when I see the bubbles, also seems to sprout my memories, sweet and bitter with a glint of gold, from depths of the cup. I like the sky of Spain, such as blue and while I raise my head.
Like Spain, the English like me, I like all you.
About 13 years living in Spain, meanwhile, as you've had good times and bad times, like you I had fun, I cried, I dreamed, I thought, and I love. I'm not English but I have lived in this country, in every place there my tracks. I'm not English but I have everything on this earth.
Under the blinds and lock myself in the dark, it looks like I'm floating in the amniotic fluid. I hear all the tumult of the street but I do not get any recognizable voice. Perhaps this is loneliness but did not know that it is so warm and sweet. The real loneliness is feeling lonely being with someone, compared to what we had this solitude comforts me. Yesterday
not talk to anyone, but I want to stay a while in this solitude, I need a break because it will be time to play. The world awaits me there behind the blinds, suffocating but brilliant, no matter what my path continues again and again to get loose but never stop fighting.
There is no utopia, both Spain and Japan has its virtues and defects, despite everything I love Spain, for giving me everything and it gives me nothing.
Spain and I, so much time together,
so let me live in you, because you're part of me
because without you I am not complete.
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