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| Madrid/Two months prior. |
Do you think anyone reads this blog?
I read it.
You work here.
It doesn’t mean that I have to read it.
Really?
It shows that I care.
WHEN do you read it?
When I can’t sleep.
When can’t you sleep?
When I’m meant to be sleeping.
What’s the problem?
The wind, the rain, dreams.
Dreams?
They wake me up.
Why?
I can’t lay them to rest.
Wind?
Like you can’t imagine, insistent.
Like the dreams?
Exactly.
The rain?
The cats get wet, come in and use me as a
towel.
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