My Operaout of the window
Wednesday, March 18, 2009 10:06:55 PM
After sitting for some minutes in front of the wall, I look out the window. Right next to the Kino is a Flamenco bar. I know there are other shops on the other side of the Kino but so far I've managed to avoid facing the bright flourescent soft pink flashing sign and flutey music by directing my eyes to look right.
It's Wednesday again. I am never hungry until 6.35pm. The rumbling begins and the pangs of hunger pinch away inside. The dancers are stretching on stage, and their moves are so elegant and refined. I try to stetch my neck by releasing my hunched shoulders, looking straight ahead, I need food to fuel this fired up feeling burning everything I know or thought I knew. Something unseen and unsaid has got out of control demanding to be fed milk and honey from the royal hive.
The smell of spicy salsa wafting into the room makes me drool. My teeth, my tongue, my tonsils, my throat eagerly await the enchillada so tempting and tasty with a dash of tobasco sauce. The two second meal and all my pain, all my longing, all my hunger, all my thirst is gone out the window leaving me staring out the window.
It's Wednesday again. I am never hungry until 6.35pm. The rumbling begins and the pangs of hunger pinch away inside. The dancers are stretching on stage, and their moves are so elegant and refined. I try to stetch my neck by releasing my hunched shoulders, looking straight ahead, I need food to fuel this fired up feeling burning everything I know or thought I knew. Something unseen and unsaid has got out of control demanding to be fed milk and honey from the royal hive.
The smell of spicy salsa wafting into the room makes me drool. My teeth, my tongue, my tonsils, my throat eagerly await the enchillada so tempting and tasty with a dash of tobasco sauce. The two second meal and all my pain, all my longing, all my hunger, all my thirst is gone out the window leaving me staring out the window.
