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Dear Anne:

you do not know who is not going to the meeting today?
guessed. I have one day how complicated and offered me the chance to write, here goes:

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed with the notebook on your lap and eating yogurt.
(good girl)

An hour ago I put out a cigarette (the first in the morning, the last of my life. I will not smoke anymore).

You'll wonder why, if both insisted he would not quit despite the "bad thing" that look at me weird and shielded by near my face.

Yesterday I realized something.

was

typing on the computer smoking, feeling free as the wisps of smoke, and suddenly the ash falls out of the ashtray. (Voluta-boluda. .. do not like?)
I realized. I looked. I ran the cpu, got the slippers. Nothing. I thought, "is on the carpet, the vacuum step tomorrow." And I kept writing and I forgot.

Then I went to bed, I took my orange tea (made by me, peel by peel), and fell asleep and dreamed of something incoherent
"I was in Córdoba. He entered the library and asked for a book I think it was terror, (strange, I never read a book of terror). I was aware of the absurd, what I do in a library in Cordoba asking for a book of terror. "

You know what I associated with ... when something is wrong, I (I exaggerate everything to a fault) say is terror.
And today morning I had an experience of terror.
I got in my pajamas immaculate white. I went to the kitchen to make my breakfast. (toasted bread, Mantequita, honey) and lit a cigarette, feeling bad, (as if I had lit in honor of something. But do not agree with that honor) and disagree with the agenda of the day: at 18 I find Hernán to return the money he lent me. (what rage did not want him return anything).

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and teeth and looked in the mirror, the ashes of the night was lost in my pajamas.
slept with ash.
I remembered my grandmother. When my grandfather died Hilario, it cremated, and she was on the bedside table, a wooden box with the ashes of him. And I always said: Before you sleep next to him and now next to her ashes.
I slept with my ashes?
Something something dead alive and my sleeping with me while I was living a dream?

So, since I can not not go back to sleep tonight. And I can not have permanent insomnia does not scare me to wake up. I decided quit.
I know some ash as mine out there I'll leave. Anyway, I hope not to see them for now. I will eat one yogurt, is a way back to immaculate.

What I will answer to all this madness?? Vanesa
besooooooooooo